CHAPTER TEN
The sanctum groaned beneath the weight of Selunara’s fury. Every shard of silver light slashed across shattered walls, every crack in the stone screamed with residual magic. Yet through it all, the bond between me and Lyra burned hotter than ever, a tether of molten gold and shadow that seared my skin and ignited my soul.
I could feel her pulse, defiant and wild, matching mine with a ferocity I had never experienced. My wolf roared from inside me, claws digging into stone, muscles coiling, senses sharpened. Every instinct screamed that we were moments from the ultimate battle—but also that the bond between us could no longer be restrained.
Lyra’s energy flared in response to mine, sparks of silver and shadow dancing along her skin, curling into arcs that illuminated the shat
