Kyria
I raised my arms, not because I thought I could stop him, but because it was the only instinct I had left.
One hand curled near my face; the other extended outward like a shield.
And then… the light.
A blinding pulse erupted from my wrist—
Not fire. Not electricity.
It was something ancient, silver and gold and impossible. The mark I’d hidden all this time burned through my skin, symbols glowing with ethereal brilliance. Lines snaked out like a network of veins across my arm, up to my elbow.
The air crackled. Time froze.
Derek’s beast halted in midair—
Not stopped.
Paralyzed.
His claws inches from my throat, hung in the air like suspended death. His glowing silver eyes widened—- then shifted.
A sound — half-snarled, half-whimper— escaped his throat as his form began to
