LYSANDER
Golden light streamed from my palms, carving a path through the darkness as we raced toward the stone circle. Every sense screamed danger—ancient magic stirring in the air, the stench of void corruption burning my nostrils, the distant howls of creatures that should never have walked this realm.
The Hunt was closing in.
"Faster," I urged, casting a barrier of light behind us. It wouldn't hold them long. Nothing did.
Kalel clutched Savannah against his chest, her head lolling against his shoulder. Black veins still pulsed beneath her skin where she'd absorbed the neo-vampires. Reckless. Brave, but catastrophically reckless.
"She's burning up." Panic edged his voice as he crashed through the underbrush.
I pushed more power into my light, illuminating the forest in harsh gold
