The Wolf Within Her Veins
Every second demanded absolute focus.
Below, the silver-eyed hunter stepped forward again. He raised both hands, and the air around him darkened visibly.
“He is channelling something,” Maren warned. “Something old.”
The hunter’s voice rang out, no longer conversational but commanding. Words in a language Elara did not recognise flowed from him, each syllable carrying weight that pressed against her barrier.
The symbols in the ravine flickered.
Elara’s connection to them wavered.
“No,” she breathed, reaching deeper, pulling harder on the power within her blood.
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