The ruins shook with the first impact. The sound was deafening, a thunderous clash of bodies, of steel, of power meeting power. Selene whirled toward the entrance, her pulse a violent drumbeat, her magic crackling at her fingertips. The Shadowfang wolves had arrived.
Ronan had decided to use force and he had not come alone. The gates of the ruins shattered inward, stone splintering as Ronan stormed inside, his golden eyes glowing like wildfire. He moved like a predator unleashed, a force of nature bent on reclaiming what had been stolen from him. The wolves behind him surged forward, their growls a chorus of war, meeting the Lunaris warriors head-on.
Fangs met flesh. Blades met bone. The ruins became a battlefield. Selene’s breath hitched as she saw Ronan tear through the warriors in his
