Silver Oath
“You are not their pawn. You are not their blood. You are Kaelen Thorne! You are—”
Her words broke off as the lead vampire moved faster than thought, striking her across the ribs. She hit the ground hard, her bow scattering into the ferns.
“Elira!” Kaelen cried.
The fire inside him surged, no longer asking but demanding. His veins burned, his vision blurred white-gold. The poker in his hand glowed red, then white. He screamed, and the world answered.
Flame roared outward in a blast that shook the trees. Vampires shrieked as fire engulfed them, their pale forms igniting like dry parchment. The lead vampire staggered back, his cloak aflame, his smug expression twisted into fury.