Aria.The forest was a battlefield of smoke and ash. Magnus had vanished into the shadows, retreating with that cruel smile burned into my mind, but his army hadn’t been destroyed. It felt more like he’d stepped back, amused, waiting for the right moment to strike again.The only reason we were still breathing was the wolf.It stood in the clearing like something carved out of moonlight, its silver fur glowing faintly even in the darkness. Blood dripped from its fangs, black ichor that hissed against the dirt. Its golden eyes swept over the carnage, then landed on me.I froze.Jace shifted back halfway, his claws fading, though his chest still rose and fell too fast. His gaze was locked on the wolf, not me, his expression unreadable.“This isn’t possible,” he muttered, almost to himself.“What isn’t?” My voice was hoarse.His eyes flicked to mine, storm-gray and sharp. “That wolf. There hasn’t been a true silver in centuries.”Tyler staggered forward, clutching his ribs, his knife sti
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