Storm growled in satisfaction inside my skull. “Now that’s a weapon.”
The beast staggered to her feet—if you could call those twisted limbs feet—trying to take flight again. Her wings were a ruin of ash and cinders.
Aurora didn’t let up.
She descended like a meteor behind her own fire, curls flying, body glowing, fury painted across every inch of her. Her eyes blazed like stars as she sprinted straight through the smoke and flames—unbothered, unburned.
She was chasing the monster down like prey.
And I couldn’t look away.
Not even if I wanted to.
The beast staggered, trying to take flight, wings smoldering.
Aurora didn’t let up.
She was on her like fury given form, a streak of fire and vengeance.
But just when I thought she might actually kill the thing—
Smoke.
Thick, black, swi
