The starlit wolf towered over them, its body a shifting canvas of galaxies and void. Each breath it took made the ground tremble, constellations flickering across its fur like dying suns.
Lyra couldn’t move. Her name still echoed in the air, soft and terrible, as if the universe itself had spoken her into existence again.
“Lyra Duskbane,” it said, voice vast as the cosmos. “You carry the spark of what was lost.”
Her pulse thundered in her ears. Kael growled beside her, stepping in front of her again, fire licking his skin. “You won’t touch her.”
The creature tilted its massive head, its glowing eyes settling on him. “Protector. Alpha. You burn with fear disguised as love.”
Lucien’s lips curved into a dark smile. “At least you can tell the difference.”
Kael’s snarl ripped through the
