ess murmurs of the fortress below. Outside, the wind howled off the mountain jaggedl

ronger than a whisper. I stared at the golden light pulsing beneath my sk

ly sound in the room. "And Vance didn't let them vanish in a raid. He ambushed them to secure your blood

nveloping my small frame. He reached down, his heavy fin

Because the moment a Sun-Marked wolf kno

When that light exploded on the cliff, it felt lik

aces, dropping them to the floor, and held out his bare right hand. "The energy in your blood responds to

sscrossed with battle scars. Slowly, I lift

na

ushed the shadow wolf, Malakar caught the energy. His eyes flushed a blinding, primal gold. A deep, approving gr

ently, tracing intricate, glowing patter

the raw weight of my magic. "Feel the pulse. That i

earlier wasn't just a shadow-it was a magnificent, white-furred wol

oice echoed in my head for t

ighteen years of silence,

p, metallic *clack* rang out

s carved into the oak wood dissolved into bl

shold wasn't Freya,

f the Shadow Cult-Vance's elite assassins. In his clawed hand,

narled, lunging forward with unnatural, terr

ack with one hand, his arm acting as a iron shield, and bare

ong room to die in