Silver Oath
Elira fought near Kaelen, her blade flashing as she struck down one attacker after another, but she was being hemmed in, driven back by the relentless tide.
“Kaelen!” she shouted, her voice raw.
He unleashed a wave of heat that shoved the vampires back, buying her breathing room. But the strain shook him. His control wavered, the fire gnawing at his chest, begging to be unleashed fully.
Then he saw it—one of the scarred Crescent Fang wolves, pinned beneath three vampires, their fangs sinking into its throat. Kaelen’s instincts surged, his fire flaring wild. For a heartbeat, he teetered on the edge of unleashing another inferno.