LYSANDER
The golden blood shimmered on my palm, catching the light as it mingled with hers. Six thousand years of existence had taught me that blood magic was never simple, never without consequence. But as the binding took hold, I realized I had underestimated its potency.
Her essence flooded through the connection—not one consciousness but three distinct beings sharing a single form. The mortal girl, Savannah Lee, fierce determination wrapped in vulnerability. The wolf, Luna, primal instinct honed to deadly purpose. And beneath them both, the ancient guardian—the darkness, terrible and magnificent in its patient hunger.
My Summer magic burned through her veins, forcing out the ghoul poison that had nearly killed her. The golden threads of the binding wove themselves into the fabric o
