The lanterns flickered violently, their silver flames sputtering as the shadows in the corner of the chamber thickened into something almost solid. The air grew cold enough to sting, a sharp bite that crawled across Elara’s skin like frost.
Theron moved instantly, stepping in front of her, his lycan rising so fast his eyes flashed with molten gold. His claws pushed through his skin, half-formed, trembling with the effort to hold himself back.
Kaelith’s expression sharpened, crimson eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. Lyria drew her blade, the metal catching the lantern light. The Queen summoned moonlight to her palms, the glow soft but fierce.
Riven bristled, fur standing on end. “He is pushing through the wards. Bold for someone who cannot handle a lycan’s teeth.”
Theron growled. “St
