The sun rose red the morning Camille began to fracture.
It cast an angry hue across the east-facing windows of Blackmist Keep, bleeding light into stone walls that never warmed. A bad omen, the elders said. But no one could look directly at Camille anymore let alone tell her that something felt wrong.
Because they already knew.
And so did she.
Magnolia waited outside the infirmary chamber, her hand flat against the door, listening to the stillness inside.
"She hasn't spoken since yesterday," Elara said beside her. "Not even to me."
"What about the essence?"
"It's binding tighter. Almost parasitic. Her vitals are stable, but her bond signature is… flickering."
Magnolia turned. "Flickering how?"
"Like it's syncing with something else."
"Another wolf?"
Elara looked at her.
"No. Another memory.
Inside, Camille sat cross-legged on the floor.
She hadn't moved in hours.
