“Maya!” Kade caught her before she hit the ground. Her body was limp, skin pale, the silver glow completely gone. The locket lay cold against her chest. The courtyard was silent now. Blood Fang warriors who survived the rift’s closing were retreating, dragging their wounded. Darius was gone—vanished in the last wave of light. Kade lifted Maya into his arms and barked at the healer. “Now! Get her inside!” They laid her on the bed in her room. The pack healer pressed her hands to Maya’s wound, murmuring old healing chants. Kade stood beside the bed, jaw clenched, refusing to leave her side. Caelen leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “She closed it. The rift’s gone.” “For now,” Kade said quietly. “But look at her.” Maya’s breathing was shallow. Her hands were trembling even in

