*Lyra*The hall reeks of blood and traces of wolfsbane smoke. My claws ache, every muscle trembling from the strain, and my lungs burn with every ragged breath I pull in. The stone floor is slick beneath my paws, streaked with blood and clumps of torn fur. The coppery tang of it clings to the air. Bram crashes into the silver she-wolf again, his massive form colliding with hers in a blur of fur and snapping jaws. The impact rattles the ground, a savage tangle of fangs and claws. “Go!” his voice slices through the mind-link, rough with exertion, edged with urgency. “Kaelen’s yours, Lyra!”I refuse to move, locking my muscles in defiance. Every instinct howls to finish Kaelen, yet leaving Bram here, entangled with an enemy who fights like death’s own shadow, feels like delivering him straight to the grave.“Lyra!” he snarls through the mind-link, his golden eyes blazing as he forces the stranger back a pace. “Don’t waste this! I can hold her! Go!”I hesitate, torn between vengeance and
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