Ravenspire was restless. The pack had regrouped after the skirmish, but the air was thick with tension. Every branch, every rustle in the forest, seemed to carry the promise of another attack.
Lukas stood at the center of the clearing, his crescent mark glowing softly. Moonlight, starlight, and fissure energy flowed through him in perfect balance. He had survived the first skirmish and learned the limits of his hybrid powers—but he knew the Fissure King would not send ordinary soldiers next.
“This was only a test,” Rovan said, pacing beside him. “The Fissure King does not waste his full strength. His next move will be precise… and deadly.”
Kaerin sharpened her blade, her eyes scanning the horizon. “Then we meet them on our terms. We must be ready for anything.”
Aric’s starfire flared f
