With the silver tide rushing on one side and the ash path yawning wide on the other, the ground split clean down the middle. With his claws gleaming against the splintered glass, Thorn pulled me back, but the pull was unrelenting.
The world then came to a halt.
The battlefield vanished around us as the faceless creature raised its shifting hand. In a single breath, the creatures, the silver, and the ash were all gone.
Visions flared in their place.
Fire to my left. Thorn was in front of the wolves, his amber eyes blazing with authority, as they bowed in blood and ash. The pack was together and stronger than before, but I could see myself standing behind him, my body chained at his side like a weapon, my shadows smothered.
On my right: silver. The kneeling army of crescents, shadow
