The floating platform shook again, and reality cracked like broken glass around them.
Through the gaps, Elara saw a child's drawing of a monster walking down Main Street, frightening real people. "We need to get back," she said quickly. "Our pack is in danger."
"Not yet," Order's geometric form changed. "First, you must be prepared. If Dream has truly gone rogue, only a fully united pack can stand against the chaos." Chaos nodded grimly. "Your mate bonds are strong, but imperfect. You need the final gift."
Before anyone could ask what that meant, the world spun like a tornado. When it stopped, they were back in the Blackwood estate garden. But something wasn't right. The sky flickered between day and night. Trees grew upside down.
