The Luna's Secret Heir
“Run if you wish. There is no place in this world that I cannot find her. You delay the end, nothing more.”
With a wave of her staff, she sent a wave of black fire rushing across the ground. Trees burst into flames, shadows stretched high, and the stones of the circle shattered into dust. Wolves leapt aside, some crying out as the fire burned their skin.
Damien roared, his wolf form surging out once more. He slammed into the fire, his body glowing gold, forcing a path open through the storm. “Go!” he commanded, his voice filled with raw power. “Take them and go!”