Lucinda
The crackle of power - the thread of silver lightning that streaked around Melody.
I'd seen this before.
My mind reeled, my Wolven body frozen in the presence of my Luna and her rage-filled magic igniting the air.
A few Gammas and Deltas behind me tensed, those of us who were there that night seeing flashes of what we thought to be a powerful draw of magic, only Melody barely seemed to realise she was doing it, wielding lightning as if it was nothing.
Another crack sparked in the air, the ground taking the hit and the smell of burnt earth filled the space.
Lyra trembled on the other side of the border, still in Casper's uncaring grip - but the look on Melody's face told me it was the safest place for her right now.
Melody glared, her fiery curls created a halo of chaos
