Rhydan’s POV
“Aurenya!”
Her body arched violently in his arms.
Silver light burst beneath her skin in sharp flashes, illuminating the entire clearing as the wards screamed around them.
Not metaphorically.
Actually screamed.
The sound ripped through the camp like something alive being skinned apart.
Every wolf nearby staggered instinctively.
Several dropped to one knee.
The noise clawed through bone.
Through thought.
Through instinct.
Kaelor grabbed Lyssara immediately as the child nearly collapsed beside the cabin steps.
“She’s connected to it again.”
Draven’s expression darkened instantly. “No.”
His gaze locked sharply onto Aurenya.
“Something else is.”
Rhydan tightened his hold around her immediately. “Fix it.”
“She’s inside the separation space,” Draven snapped back. “
