The channel opened like a door in the chest.

Marina felt it before she heard it, before she saw it, before any external sense registered what was happening. The fifth frequency rose first, her own, the one that had no name and no precedent, and it moved outward from her center in a slow expanding ring that touched the four anchor points simultaneously.

She felt each wolf receive it.

Silvain at north, steady and immediate, his bond mark flaring hot in response, the Crimson Tooth in his hands blazing the deep red-brown of old Bloodfang blood.

Astrid at south, slower, more deliberate, the earth magic of Goldenridge coming up through...