Rafe POV
The world went white.
For a heartbeat, I thought the packhouse was collapsing. The air shimmered, symbols of molten gold twisting through the smoke, and the scent - gods, the scent - was pure magic. Wrong, burning, electric.
I raised an arm to shield my eyes and pushed through the doorway.
“Evelynn!”
She stood frozen in the middle of the room, her hands clenched around a blackened book that glowed like it wanted to eat the world. Across from her Varrick stood.
My wolf surged in my chest, growling low. “That’s him. The rot. The one who broke her.”
I felt it too - the rage, the bone-deep urge to tear him apart. But before I could move, Varrick lifted his head. His eyes burned wild, blood crusted on his jaw, and he was smiling.
“She’s coming,” he whispered.
The glow intensif
