Nora POV
The air snapped like a live wire around us. The shapeshifters—Ronan’s silver-armored legion—formed a perfect semi-circle, their eyes glowing with predatory calculation. The wolf-pup in my arms stirred, its tiny howl echoing like a drumbeat across the ruins.
Lightning forked overhead, illuminating their blades and faces. They were poised for blood.
I clenched my jaw. “You take one step closer—you’re signing your own death warrant.”
Valya’s dagger gleamed by my side. Kalen’s sword hovered between us and them. Daemon’s aura thrummed with power.
And the pup… it turned its face skyward and howled again.
That howl shook the ground.
The rift above the circle—thin at first—widened. A glowing tear in reality, spilling silver light and moon-dust into the crumbling tower.
Power gath
