SHADOWS OF THE MOON WELL
The shadow moved faster than thought, a dark swirl of silver flame and jagged edges, coiling around Lykos and Aria.
He felt it before he saw it fully—an ancient, living force, older than any pack, older than any curse. It smelled of forgotten time and death. Its power pulsed through the Moon Well, reacting to Aria’s borrowed life like a predator smelling prey.
“No!” Lykos roared, teeth bared, claws flexing. His wolf surged forward, instincts sharp, fury raw. “You will not touch her!”
Aria screamed, voice breaking. The sphere of silver energy holding her trembled violently. The shadow lashed, striking the edges of the sphere. Sparks flew. Silver light fractured into a thousand shards.
If the sphere shattered completely… she would die.
Not now.
Not like this.
