ver seen so

of iron hung thick in the air, masking the earthier smell of wolves. Moonlight filtered through the broken

nd again. The rogues fought viciously, matching strength with desperation, but their numbers were

enemy dropped, but there was no time to breathe. Damon appeared beside her again, blood streaking his jaw, his eyes burning gold. "We need to

s, followed by a deafening crack. A section of the cathedral collapsed, dust and stone swallowing a group of rogues near the west wall. Through the smoke, Cassian emerged again. He didn't look winded. His

his head. "Brave. But foolish." Behind her, Damon took a step forward, but Lyra held ou

let's see if your blood burns as brightly as hers did," he said. The circle formed quickly. Rogues and enemies alike backed away, forming a ring around the two of them. Lyra's heart pounde

e turned, not in pain-but with a grin. "You're not bad," he said, circling her. "But you're not a killer yet." She didn't answer. Her hands glowed faintly, the ancient runes on her palms

wn. A traitor. Lyra's stomach dropped. "No..." It was Marcus. One of Seraphina's lieutenants. Someone Lyra had trusted. He stood there, blade still dripping, his expre

er fury." She attacked in a blur, her dagger carving deep across Cassian's chest, her claws raking through his arm. The Alpha stumbled-just for a breath-but it was enough. Enough to see that he wasn't invincible. Lyra stood over h