LENA
Power pushed through my veins like a river at flood—swirling and ungovernable, threatening to carry me away if I didn’t stay on my feet. I stood in the heart of our defense, hands raised, my eyes shining with magic as I shaped the battle field to my whim.
"Earth, up!" I ordered, and the ground acceded to my call. The very earth erupted into stone barricades while shifter forces sought to flan our positions, forcing them into kill zones in which our defenders could pour on the fire. “Wind, shield,” and the air became walls that could not be seen through, repulsing projectiles as they tried to break our formation.
I fed from each immate bond, constantly. Lucien's were raw strength and old Lycan magic. From Riven spilled tactical acumen, and iron will. From Kael I got vision and the c
