Kalen POV
Light exploded from Nora like the sun had torn itself free from her chest. Blinding, searing—every wolf was thrown back like puppets cut from strings.
Even Ronan staggered, barely able to stay upright as the ground cracked beneath his boots.
“Nora!” I called, shielding my eyes.
But she didn’t hear me. She was glowing—not metaphorically, literally. Her skin shimmered like moonstone, hair whipping in all directions. The spiral mark on her arm pulsed with liquid silver, and her eyes were blank with power.
The air tasted like lightning.
Valya swore behind me. “She’s channeling the full prophecy. That’s not supposed to be possible.”
Daemon stepped forward, half in awe. “She’s… changing.”
She was. Before our eyes, something inside her fractured and reformed. The weak girl who
