ISLAThe dust that swept around hadn’t settled. It hung in the air like a curtain, thick with rock and salt and the smell of burnt lightning. The cove wasn’t a cove anymore. It was a wound in the island, a crater that went down twenty feet, and the black water was rushing in to fill it, slow and heavy like it was afraid to touch what had happened here. Elias-and-Jace stood in the middle of it. The fused wolf was coming apart. Not violently. Not with a snap. With an exhale. Light peeled off them in strips, fur receding, bone shrinking, the twelve feet of storm breaking into two men who hit their knees hard on the shattered stone. Elias first. His back arched. He coughed and blood hit the ground. His shoulder was torn open, muscle and bone and something white that shouldn’t be seen. He didn’t make a sound. Jace second. He landed on his hands, head down, his side a mess of red and black. The lightning was gone from his skin but the air around him still hummed. He was breathing like h
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