The mountain’s roar shook the entire forest.
Snow crashed from the towering trees while terrified birds scattered violently into the night sky. The infected wolves still knelt motionless beneath the full moon, their silver eyes glowing with unnatural devotion toward Lyra.
Toward their “Queen.”
Fear wrapped tightly around her chest.
“No,” she whispered again.
The silver glow beneath her skin pulsed brighter in response.
Kael gripped her shoulders harder.
“Look at me.”
His voice cut sharply through the whispers clawing inside her mind.
Lyra forced herself to focus on him.
Dark eyes.
Warm skin.
Kael.
The mate bond surged instantly, grounding her just enough for the silver light to dim slightly.
Relief flickered briefly across Kael’s face.
Then another roar thundered through the
