The world held its breath.
The Shadowlands closed in, their eyes glowing like molten embers, bodies lurching in twisted hunger. The pack circled, torn between fight and flight, their whimpers betraying the terror even trained warriors couldn’t hide.
Lyra stood at the center, trembling, fire and lightning pulsing across her skin in dangerous rhythm. Her heart hammered against her ribs, torn between the two voices anchoring her.
Ronan’s voice, steady, commanding, golden eyes fixed on hers like they’d never waver.
“Trust me. Give me your storm. Together, we survive.”
Kael’s voice, broken yet burning, storm-grey eyes raw with devotion.
“Don’t bind yourself to him, Lyra. I’ll never cage you. Choose me instead.”
The weight of it nearly shattered her. She wasn’t choosing just between two m
