All The Queens Kings - Book 8
“Why aren’t they dead?”
The area lights up with a deafening crack as a bolt of lightning strikes at the rocks. I push the strands of hair from Lyric's face, looking at my little thief. I could tell she was suddenly scared.
Another crack of lightning strikes closer, and my hair stands on end. “Stay close,” I tell her as I drum up that pulsing force, bringing it to the surface.
Thunder rumbles above us once more and I know the lightning is coming, I can almost feel it. I let myself open up, Duke coming to the surface as I begin to partially shift. ‘Call to it, will it.’ My wolf whispers within.