My smile made Fiona miss a line of the chant. Her next word came late. The red light jerked against my cleared spirit, tightened, and lost its hold.
Power broke through the last restraint inside me.
Silver power burst from my body and drove across the square. The red spell shattered on contact. Heavy silver chains around the pillar dissolved into bright dust, and the carved runes on the altar flared once before every line went dark.
One gasp swept the plaza. Then silence.
Cool light gathered on my forehead, tingling across my scalp. Pack histories had shown me the shape: a crescent moon sigil, the mark of the true Luna bloodline that Winter Moon had not seen for a generation.
Pressure spread from the altar across the square. The strongest warriors and elders in the front row buckled f
