The world seemed to slow, the sounds of the battlefield muffling into a dull roar as I stared at the blade in Ryker’s hands. The inscription—my mother’s handwriting—seemed to pulse with a warmth that cut through the icy chill of the Wardens' magic. All this time, I had believed she was a simple wolf who had died of a broken heart. I never knew she had been a Sun-Walker, or that she had prepared for the day her daughter would have to dismantle the very foundations of our world.
"Lyra, move!" Ryker’s voice broke the trance. He parried a strike from a Warden’s silver staff, the impact sending a shower of sparks into the air.
He wasn't fighting like an Alpha anymore; he was fighting like a man who knew he was already dead. Every move was a desperate gambit to keep the focus on him and away f
