The shockwave tears through the ridge like the sky itself has collapsed. There is no warning. No sound at first. Only a force that slams into every living thing in its path.
The rogues fly backward as if a giant hand has swept them aside. Bodies flip through the air. Claws scrape rock as they try to save themselves. Dust erupts in a thick, choking cloud.
Stones rip free from the cliff face. Whole sections of the ridge explode outward. Splinters of rock shoot past me in a storm of sharp edges and silver light.
The ground vanishes under my feet. I fall.
The air rushes up to meet me. My stomach lifts. The world blurs. I hear nothing but the roar of my own blood. My body spins once, twice.
My wolf surges forward inside me. I shift midair.
Fur bursts across my limbs. My spine snaps into p
