An Alpha's Dilemma
Behind it lay the Nexus: the source of all ley magic, the convergence of every ley line on the continent, the heartbeat of Aether itself.
Ava stood at the front, her blood-slick palm still warm with residual magic. The others waited behind her—Ashton, his arm lightly brushing hers, Darius in solemn silence, Lysandra unreadable, Kaelin tense but steady, and Rhian whispering a quiet prayer to gods they'd long stopped believing in.
Mira and Elen flanked the rear, ready for anything.
She pressed her hand to the cold obsidian door once more. This time, the magic recognized her willingly.