Ryker's POVThe dark purple spear slammed into my ribs like a frozen hammer, knocking every last drop of air out of my lungs as I fell backward against the icy granite bedrock.Beside me, Ronald was gasping, his knuckles digging into the stone floor while his silver aura twisted into a murky, oily grey. I pushed myself up to my hands and knees, expecting the sickening poison to burn my flesh, but a sudden, overwhelming surge of raw heat flooded my veins instead, making my golden wolf roar with a vicious, intoxicating pleasure."Ryker... what is this?" Ronald wheezed, his head snapping up as his usually gentle eyes flashed with a bright, predatory purple hue."Power, brother," I whispered, a dark grin pulling at the corners of my mouth while I stood up, feeling stronger, faster, and completely unbothered by the ache in my joints.We turned to look at the altar where Anna lay sleeping quietly, her breathing soft and regular, her pale skin completely free from the dirty shadow veins that
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