“I’ve bled for her. I’ll kill for her. I’ll burn the gods if I have to.”
The moment the altar split, the world shifted.
A force blasted through the ruins like a shockwave. I hit the ground hard, stones slicing open my back as centuries-old magic tore through the air. Screams echoed through the dust—Aria’s, Ronan’s, Lira’s.
But all I could focus on was her.
Aria. Glowing. Cracked open like the sky before a storm.
That light—it wasn’t just power. It was hers. Terrifying. Beautiful. Mine.
I shoved broken stone off my chest and pushed up on shaking arms. Blood blurred my vision. My wolf was barely holding together, still starving, still howling for her. Every fiber of my being screamed to reach her.
And then I heard her voice—
Not her normal voice.
Not a whisper.
A command.
“Let. Me
