The shadows hit like a wave.I threw up a shield of silver light, but the darkness was different than before—alive, hungry, tearing at my defenses with claws of pure malice. Beside me, Rowan shifted, his ash-gray wolf lunging at the nearest blood mage. Kael followed, his black form a blur of fury."Hold the line!" Lyra's voice echoed from somewhere behind us—she'd broken through the enemy camp and was leading her wolves into the temple. "Don't let them complete the ritual!"Marcus laughed, his voice carrying over the chaos. "You're too late! The ritual is already feeding on your brother's blood. Every moment you fight, he grows weaker!"I looked at Elias, bound to the altar, his face ashen. The black flames were licking at his skin, drawing thin lines of blood that flowed into the altar's channels. He was dying.And I couldn't reach him."Selene!" Rowan's roar cut through my panic. "The Flame! Use it!"I closed my eyes and reached deep inside myself, past the fear, past the rage, past
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