The door exploded inward with a deafening crack of splintering wood and shattered runes.
Elara Voss barely had time to register the danger before Kai Thorn moved like a force of nature. In a blur of shifting bones and tearing fabric, he transformed into his massive black wolf — larger than any she had ever seen, fur as dark as midnight, eyes blazing molten gold. A thunderous roar tore from his throat as he launched himself at the intruders.
Varak’s elite assassins — four heavily scarred wolves in partial shift — poured into the room, silver blades glinting wickedly in the moonlight streaming through the broken doorway. Their leader, a tall, wiry male with red-tinted eyes, pointed directly at Elara.
“The silent moon’s wrath ends tonight!” he snarled.
Elara’s hands ignited with silver li
