MACE

The roar wasn't just sound. It was a physical pressure, a tidal wave of psychic slag that slammed into me, knocking the breath from lungs that no longer felt like they belonged to my physical body.

WE SEE YOU, WOLF. WE HAVE HER NOW.

The voice was a chorus of the damned. It wasn't one entity speaking; it was thousands, layered over one another in a cacophony of ancient, fermented rage. It sounded like snapping bone and crackling fire, like the last screams of women burning at stakes centuries ago. It vibrated in my teeth, in the marrow of my bones.

I scrambled backward on the barren, obsidian ground...