Kane
The shadowy figures emerged from the darkness like wraiths, their power ancient and wild. My wolf snarled, sensing the threat to our mate.
"The Codex," one of them rasped again. "Give it to us freely, and you may leave with your lives."
"Not happening," I growled, pushing Luna further behind me. But more shapes appeared, surrounding us completely.
Luna's hand gripped my arm. "Kane," she whispered. "Their magic... it's like nothing I've felt before. Older than the council's power."
She was right. These weren't ordinary attackers. The very air crackled with strange energy that made my wolf bristle.
"Last chance," the shadowy speaker warned. "The book belongs with those who remember the old ways."
"The old ways are dead," Darren spat. "The council made sure of that."
Laughter ech
