Emilia’s eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as the remnants of Freya’s anguished voice echoed in her mind. She blinked, disoriented for a moment, before realizing she was sitting on the wooden bench in the pack house garden. The sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting the flowers around her in hues of amber and gold.

Her gaze darted around the garden. The triplets—who had been chasing each other around the lilies just minutes ago—were gone. Emilia’s heart skipped a beat as she stood abruptly. “Ruby? Jasper? Diamond?” she called out, her voice sharper than she intended.

The silence that followed sent a jolt of panic through her...