Feral on the Ice
She looked at Lunaris, who stood calmly in the center of the carnage, a vial of dark purple liquid in her hand.
"That's it, little Berserker," Lunaris cooed. "Let the rage out. Show them why you’re the prize."
Zane crawled toward Elara, his hand reaching out. "Anchor... Elara... anchor to me..."
She tried. She reached for the quiet, healing stillness that was Zane, but a Raven enforcer kicked him aside, the silver-tipped boot catching him in the temple. Zane slumped to the floor, silent.
That was the final snap.
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