Rafe laughed, and the sound was wrong…deep, layered, like there were a hundred voices trapped inside him. “You can’t kill what was born in shadow.”
He raised his hand, and the ground around him erupted in black spikes.
The pack roared and surged forward, warriors shifting mid-run. Gage’s fire lit the battlefield, bright enough to turn the shadows to ash. Arlo called lightning down, striking between the spikes and clearing paths for the wolves.
Asher shifted fully, silver fur glowing under the half-dark sky. He tore through one of the shadow creatures that crawled from the ground, teeth flashing, claws carving through the smoke-like flesh that tried to reform around him. The air was thick with the scent of ash and magic…burnt blood, and something older, darker.
I focused on Rafe.
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