“I hate snakes,” he growled, fangs dropping as his voice deepened with his wolf.
Keegan didn’t wait for anything. Didn’t even let Aurora land. He launched off her back, hit the ground, and blurred into a whirlwind of claws and snarling teeth, barreling straight into the nearest warrior with a roar.
I let Hator take the lead of the first attack.
Our fire erupted outward—not just in heat, but in rage.
I hit the ground in a blast of white-hot light, shifting in midair as Hator coiled back into my skin. The forest lit up like dawn had exploded over the battlefield. My feet slammed into the dirt. My fists curled tight, and I burned.
Hator pulsed inside me, urgent and wild.
“Feel it,” she whispered in my blood. “The fire. Let it spread. Let it rise.”
I closed my eyes for half a second and
