The atmosphere in the room was heavy, loaded with the tension of what had just occurred. Ezra’s sword, which should have killed me, failed to pierce me. The blue flames that had covered my body and my unexpected transformation had left everyone stunned.
“Did you see that?” exclaimed Liam, pointing at me with wide-open eyes. “Her wolf was covered in blue flames… the flames of the underworld.”
Khael, ever the skeptic, frowned as he observed the symbol engraved on my chest. “She didn’t die, even with Ezra’s sword,” he said gravely.
Ezra approached my naked body, which lay unconscious on the cold floor. My skin was pale, but my chest continued to emit a faint blue glow where the stone had fused with my flesh. He carefully turned me over, revealing the strange symbol that was now part of me.
