Chapter 152

Very quickly, we got to the pack house. I feared for Gilly. She had been through enough. “What happened, Rachel?” I asked Rachel as we descended the stairs to the medical wing. Rachel looked at me nervously and unsettled. “I found her talking in her sleep again. But this time… it was different. She was muttering strange words, phrases I didn’t recognise. I wrote some of them down. They sound like witch incantations.” “Witchcraft?” I whispered. Rachel nodded. “It’s not normal, Serena. She’s burning up too, as if something inside her is trying to fight its way out.” We reached Gilly’s room, and I hesitated just a moment before entering. Gilly lay on a small bed, drenched in sweat and her hair plastered to her forehead as she tossed restlessly. Every so often, her lips would move and faint whispers would escape from her mouth like a chant. I moved closer. The sound of her mutterings sent a shiver down my spine. Rachel wasn’t lying—the words were not her own. I didn’t understand them, but