Rhett:
Dawn crept over the academy like a funeral shroud.
The storm had raged all night, splitting the heavens with thunder, tearing at the ancient grounds until only their bones remained. Every nightmare that had waited in the woods, in the shadows, beneath the earth—every monster with teeth sharp enough to rend the world—had come pouring into our sanctuary.
And she had met them all.
Isadora.
I watched her fight until my body ached with the need to tear through the stone and join her. Watched her stand in the rain, hair wild and plastered to her skin, eyes burning with something more than mortal. Watched her wield our magic—the wolf in her muscles, Lucian’s hunger in her pulse, Kai’s light searing from her hands, Silas’s shadows licking her skin like armor.
She fought until hours me
