“Lyra!”
Lucien’s shout ripped through her as the spear sliced the air, silver fire streaking toward his chest. Time slowed, every breath burning, every heartbeat a drum of panic.
No. Not him. Not like this.
Her body moved before thought, pure instinct driving her. She shoved Kael back into Ronan’s arms, ignoring his groan of protest, and lunged for Lucien. Fire roared up her veins, her wolf howling, her heart splitting open.
Selene’s spear was divine—unyielding, unstoppable. But Lyra’s power was born of defiance, born of a heart that refused to obey fate.
Her palms caught the shaft mid-flight.
The force slammed into her, searing her skin, ripping through muscle and bone. Pain exploded white-hot, but she refused to let go. She screamed, not in fear, but in sheer fury, her fire eruptin
