BLAZE POV:
Reed growled, a snarl breaking from his throat. He was circling, his hackles raised, his eyes flicking from shadow to shadow. He was trying to keep an eye on everything at once, but he wasn't fast enough. None of us were.
The banshees began to move in the mist, flickering like wraiths, their forms shifting and morphing within the thick fog. They were subtle—almost too subtle—like the wind moving through the trees, but there was something undeniably sinister in their presence.
Then, a voice, soft as a whisper.
"So much fear... so much guilt..."
The voice slithered into my ears, curling around me like smoke. It was like it came from everywhere, like it was a part of the air itself. I could feel it in my chest, like the banshee was crawling under my skin, burrowing into my soul.
The banshee's influence was already starting to work. Clare's body was stiffening, her breath shallow, her pupils dilating as she looked deeper into the fog.
