The air was molten with heat and magic. Firestorms raged down the Bloodmoon Pack’s front lines, shimmering with oily green light—Kieran’s sorcery, thick with rot and spite. The ground cracked under the strain of too much power unleashed too fast. Wolves screamed and shifted mid-run, caught in a net of sizzling arcane runes that burned fur into flesh.
Lilly tore through it.
Her wolf, Sable, was a living scythe—midnight fur streaked with gore and firelight. She hit a war-beast square in the ribs, her jaws locking until bone snapped and the thing dissolved into shadow. Zack’s presence slammed into her mind, rough and urgent.
Left flank collapsing—Sam’s pulling survivors. Move!
She didn’t hesitate. Sable sprang, clearing the smoldering carcass just as a blast of emerald flame would have ta
