Lycan's Mate
The next, she was pulled into fire and smoke, a world half made of memory and half made of something that didn’t belong to her alone.
Aelira’s voice rose, sharp and clear in her mind. Come, Flame.
Crystal turned, and she was no longer in Greenwood. She stood in a wide clearing, though the earth was blackened and scorched, trees burned to husks.
The air smelled of smoke. Her bare feet crunched over cracked stone, glowing faintly with veins of fire that pulsed like a living heartbeat beneath the ground.
Before her, rising out of the ruin, was a temple.
It was carved into the mountainside itself, vast pillars etched with runes that pulsed like embers.
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