Rowan swallowed.
The presence inside him shifted.
Closer.
Stronger.
His heartbeat quickened.
Suddenly.
Heat surged through his body.
His eyes snapped open.
Gold flickered briefly in his irises.
Marcus straightened.
“Oh—there we go.”
Rowan staggered slightly.
“Not again…”
Lyra grabbed his arm before he could fall.
“Stay with it.”
Rowan clenched his jaw.
“My body feels like it’s on fire.”
Lyra’s grip tightened slightly.
“Good.”
Rowan glared at her.
“How is that good?!”
“Because it means you’re not suppressing it.”
Marcus added,
“Pain means progress.”
Rowan groaned.
“I hate this training already.”
Another surge of energy rippled through him.
His muscles tensed.
His breathing deepened.
And then—The mark on his back flared.
Bright.
Silver.
The entire clearing wen
