“Arwen, open your eyes. Hey, listen to me!”
Zion’s voice echoed through the dust and white mist.
His hands shook as he touched the body of Arwen, who lay on the damp ground, still radiating a faint light that was slowly fading.
“She can’t die, she can’t,” he muttered, gasping. “Moon Goddess, don’t take her from me…”
Ryan knelt beside them. “Zion, back up. Her body isn’t stable. Look—her aura is still active.”
“Aura?” Zion turned sharply. “What do you mean?”
Ryan stared at Arwen, his voice low but firm. “She isn’t an ordinary human. You need to step away now, before her energy erupts again.”
But Zion shook his head hard. “No. I’m not leaving her.”
The air around them still trembled, leftover energy crackling like lightning through the valley.
From a distance, wolf howls and the rum
