Chapter 43
Ardyn POV
The storm didn’t ease with dawn.
If anything, the sky grew darker, as if the night refused to loosen its grip. Clouds churned like black smoke over the cliffs, streaked with jagged veins of red lightning that split the heavens with a sound like tearing metal. The air was thick, heavy, tasting of copper and blood. My magic stirred beneath my skin, restless, sharp, like a beast pacing in its cage.
“She’s here,” I whispered.
Kael’s hand tightened around mine.
Around us, the pack crouched low, hackles raised, glowing eyes glinting in the gloom. Lira stood to my left, her bow drawn, arrowheads pulsing faintly with runes she’d etched herself. Fen leaned against the rock wall, his injured arm bound tight, but even he gripped a spear in his good hand.
Every wolf was on
