The white fire roared between us, a wall of pure, unstable divinity that turned the surrounding pine needles to silver ash. Ryker stood within the heat, his skin reddening, his very presence an anchor against the gale of my power. The locket he held—the one my mother, the former Beta’s mate, had given me before her death—shimmered with a dull, grounding light.
"Take it, Lyra!" Ryker’s voice was a ragged edge, barely audible over the crackle of the celestial flames. "It was never just a memento. It’s a seal!"
I looked at the silver trinket, then at the moon that seemed to be drawing closer to the earth. The power within me, the "rare power connected to the Moon Goddess" that Darian had helped me awaken, felt like it was beginning to fray the edges of my own mind. I could feel the individu
