GRACE POV
Hakira was in front of me, not in a metaphorical sense but in that very real, unnerving way she had of sliding forward until I felt like my bones were hers and my pulse was something she allowed to exist only because she planned to use it. I could feel her claws flexing through the tips of my fingers, feel her hunger sharpening behind my teeth, feel that low, patient patience of a wolf who had already decided she was going to kill something today and was simply waiting for me to give her the green light.
I wasn’t far behind her.
I was ready to fight, to burn, to absorb every corrupted soul stupid enough to cross our path. I was ready to kill if killing was what it took. The light stone inside my chest hummed like a tether pulled too tight, the pulse of Moira’s legacy heating t
