The battle roared around us, a cacophony of snarls, screams, and the clash of steel against flesh. Ryker’s claws tore through the air with deadly precision as he fought off Lysandra’s sorcerers. Their magic crackled like lightning, but they were no match for the Alpha’s raw strength. I could feel his power radiating through the bond we shared, a pulsing, fiery force that made my heart race. But it wasn’t enough.
I had to do more. I had to be more.
“Ryker!” I called over the chaos, my voice sharp as I lunged into the fray. My hands, still raw from the blood of the last battle, trembled as I summoned my own magic—the wolf spirit within me awakening with every breath I took. But I couldn’t control it. Not fully.
“You need to get to Lysandra,” Ryker growled, his golden eyes fierce. He slash
