LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV
The Black Faes are relentless. For every one we injure, two more seem to materialize from the shadows. Their haunting cries echo through the forest, calling for reinforcements.
As the battle rages on, I feel Eden stirring against my fur. His tiny hands grip tightly, and I can sense his fear. But there's something else-a spark of power emanating from his small form. Suddenly, his eyes fly open, glowing with an otherworldly light.
A dense portion of the glow then escapes his orbits, and a shockwave of energy bursts forth, knocking the Black Faes off their feet. The forest falls silent for a moment, all eyes turning to the child in my grasp.
"The prophecy of Lady Arianrhod," Jason's voice echoes in my mind.
"He's indeed a special kid w
