The world broke with a sound like glass under flame.
One moment, Thorn was on his knees, fighting to keep the fire alive; the next, the courtyard split apart beneath him. Silver light erupted from the ground, swallowing wolves, stones, air—everything. When the brightness died, only silence remained.
He was standing in ash. The moon was gone. The sky above looked burned out, empty.
“Ravenna,” he called, his voice hoarse, but it fell flat against the dead air. He tried again, louder, his Alpha tone slipping through even when he didn’t mean it to. “Ravenna!”
No answer. Only the smell of ozone and something wrong—like lightning trapped in soil.
Mira staggered out of the mists behind him, her claws half-formed, blood running down her temple. She rasped, "She's gone.She was swallowed by the
