The world narrowed to teeth, claws, and the howling storm of two powers colliding.
Bree and Ronan hit the ground so hard the valley floor cracked beneath them. Dirt blasted outward in a ring. The shockwave toppled corrupted wolves and sent fae scattering like leaves in a gale.
Ronan drove his weight downward, void dripping from his fangs.
Bree bucked and twisted, luminous fur bristling, her paws carving glowing trenches into the earth as she fought to break free.
Far behind them, the rift tore open another few feet—its shrieking void-light washing across the field like a sickening pulse. Screams poured through, not from voices but from the realm beyond: claws scraping reality, tendrils battering the veil in raw, frantic hunger.
The Entity was close.
Too close.
“BREE, MOVE!” Dustin’s
