Lyra’s scream ripped through the night as the storm inside her coiled on itself, searing fire through her veins. The lightning that had scorched the hunters a heartbeat ago now turned inward, clawing at her chest like it meant to tear her heart apart.
She crumpled onto the stone, nails scraping across rock, vision blurring. The world spun in white-hot flashes.
“Lyra!” Kael’s roar was raw, desperate. His wolf form tore through hunters, blood slicking his golden fur, but his eyes—those molten eyes—never left her.
Orion reached her first, shadows spilling from his skin like smoke. He knelt beside her, his cool hands cupping her burning face. “Don’t resist it,” he whispered, his voice dark silk sliding into her bones. “Give it to me. I’ll take the storm. I’ll carry it for you.”
She wanted
