The cavern split with the sound of cracking stone as Kieran lunged. Shadows bled from his form, twisting into spears, striking toward Lyra with deadly precision.
Her wolf howled inside her. Move.
But her body hesitated, fire sputtering in her chest.
Kael was there first, his midnight wolf slamming into Kieran mid-air. The force of their collision shook the ground, black fur and shadow tearing into each other. Sparks of molten gold lit Kael’s eyes as his jaws locked on Kieran’s throat.
For a heartbeat, Lyra’s chest flooded with something fierce—relief, pride, the echo of the bond Kael had once thrown away but still clung to now with desperation.
Then the shadows writhed, and Kael was hurled across the cavern, crashing into the stone wall with a bone-deep crack.
“Kael!” Lyra screamed.
