Lilly screamed. “It’s coming!”
The warriors rushed to meet it. Power clashed — silver, gold, and gray flashing through the dark. The air was full of growls, claws, and the crackle of energy.
Asher threw up a barrier in front of Arlo and me, his hands glowing bright. “Keep him still!” He shouted.
Arlo thrashed in my arms, fighting something I couldn’t see. His eyes flickered between gray and black. “I can hear them.” He said, voice breaking. “They’re calling me back.”
I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. “Don’t listen to them. Stay with us.”
“It hurts.” He whispered. “You don’t understand—”
“Yes, I do.” I pressed his bleeding wrist against my palm. “You’re not theirs, Arlo. You’re ours.”
Something changed. The bond between Asher and me flared, reacting to my words. The silv
