The transfer didn't feel like sharing. It felt like I was pouring molten lead into a glass vase.
As I pressed my forehead against Lyra’s, forcing the surcharge of the Hollow into her half-empty frame, she didn't just scream. Her body convulsed, her spine arching with a sickening crack that echoed against the obsidian pillars. I saw my own reflection in her eyes—not as a Luna, but as a parasite forcing its toxins into a dying host.
"Stop... it burns... Finn, make it stop!" she wheezed, her white hair turning a blinding, incandescent silver as the energy searched for a place to ground itself.
I didn't let go. I couldn't. The pre-heat, triggered by the violent exchange of Alpha energy and the pheromones of fear, hit me like a physical hammer. My skin didn't just warm; it felt like it was p
