{Dominic}The battlefield smelled like blood, iron, and ash—an oddly comforting mix if you were raised for this kind of chaos. My claws sliced through the ribcage of another corrupted creature, its body crumpling to the dirt with a wet thud. I didn’t stop to look. That was a luxury I couldn't afford, especially not when a dozen more were snapping at my heels.A low growl vibrated in my chest as I lunged again, tearing through sinew and shadow. I’d lost track of how many corrupted creatures I’d taken down. My claws were slick with grime, my knuckles bruised from slamming into bone, and every breath burned like fire in my lungs.Lyra’s divine radius pulsed around us, humming with Kael’tharis’s blessing like a heartbeat in my ears. Every time a corrupted creature stumbled into her field, their limbs shook like wet noodles, giving us the edge we desperately needed. But even with the blessing, there were so many of them.Another one lunged. I turned mid-swing and buried my claw into its g
{Lyra}My pulse hadn’t stopped racing. My lips still tingled like they were drunk on Dominic’s kiss. I could still feel the ghost of his breath in my hair, and hear the need in his voice.“We’ll finish this after the war.” Those words should not have felt as thrilling as they did and yet, here I was, sitting in a glorified war tent, glowing from the inside out like I’d swallowed a hundred fireflies.I didn’t want him to leave. My hand twitched to reach out, to tell him to come back, to beg for five more seconds. But before I could say a word, the knock came again. Persistent and oddly timed was the best way to describe it.Dominic paused, and his jaw tightened like it physically pained him to walk away. He finally got to the door, and opened it slowly.“Isaac?” Dominic’s voice softened with surprise.I sat up straighter at once. “Isaac?”My little brother peeked inside, a tuft of dark curls sticking up from his head like he’d been wrestling with his pillow or maybe just his thoughts.
{Dominic}“I don’t like any of these plans,” Dahlia grumbled, tossing a crumpled piece of paper onto the command table. “And don’t give me that look, Felix. You don’t like them either.”Felix, halfway through drawing a map on an old file folder, sighed and scratched his head. “I mean… if we tunnel in through the northern ridge—”“—they’ll catch our scent before we’ve crawled past the first rock,” Dahlia cut in, sharp and exasperated.Juno cleared his throat. “Well, we could try distracting their eastern flank, then—”“—and what? Hope the distraction doesn’t cost us half our fighters?” Dahlia growled. “This is getting us nowhere. Face it. We’re trying to tiptoe around a damn fortress. What we need is not a plan. What we need… is an all-out attack.”The room went still. Even Mace stopped scribbling long enough to raise a brow.I leaned back in my chair and studied Dahlia with a dry smile. “You want us to storm Varen’s base with what? A couple dozen overworked wolves, a half-trained omeg
{Dominic}Hearing those four words knocked the wind out of me in the best possible way. With her face still in my hands, I searched her eyes for any cracks, any sign that something was off, but all I saw was light. Pure, blistering light.“You’re okay,” I breathed, a little shakily. “You actually did it?”Lyra smiled, and I swear to the gods, the tower felt warmer for it.The skeleton began to glow from the inside out. Golden engravings flared to life on the bones like living ink, moving in waves until they suddenly vanished. I blinked, confused, until I saw the same engravings shimmer to life along Lyra’s arms, curling across her collarbone, crawling down her neck.“What the—”Before I could finish, the markings dimmed and sank into her skin like they’d never existed at all. But something was different now. The air changed.A warm, humming aura burst from her. It was both gentle and rich, like the scent of honeysuckle and firewood on a summer night. My heartbeat steadied. Every nerve
{Lyra}I slammed into a surface so hard I bounced, skidding across something that shimmered like stardust and cracked like ancient marble. When I stopped, gasping, my palms burned and my knees were scuffed. I blinked around and realized I wasn’t in any kind of dreamscape.Nope. This was a nightmare wearing a god’s face.The sky above was a roiling swirl of violet storms and golden lightning. Below me stretched a floating platform, suspended over an endless pit of screaming stars and twisting shadows. A bridge made of bones and glowing runes arched across to what looked like a door?Just one door, standing alone on a jagged pillar of obsidian rock, glowing with pulsing magic.“That’s it?” I muttered, wiping blood from my lip. “A bridge and a door?”“You sound disappointed.”Kael’tharis’s voice came from everywhere at once, but when I turned, he stood behind me, arms folded behind his back.I narrowed my eyes. “I expected… more.”Kael’tharis cocked his head, amused. “There is only one t
{Lyra}The darkness breathed. I know that sounds dramatic, but I swear, something in the void actually exhaled, and suddenly the pressure in the air tripled. Every inch of space around me thickened, and my lungs stopped cooperating like they’d just decided I was already gone for.Before I could come to terms with my new situation… he appeared.He didn’t walk or float or descend from the stars—he just manifested right in front of me. Like someone snapped their fingers and the very idea of a god decided to show up.He towered over me, easily eight feet tall, draped in celestial armor that glimmered with constellations that moved. It felt as if space itself was stitched into his robes. His skin was obsidian, sleek and smooth like polished stone, and his eyes burned like two blue-white suns that looked straight through me.I froze, and my knees locked up like rusted hinges. Every inch of me screamed run, but my feet stayed planted like I’d grown roots. Even if I could run, where would I g