Luna Rising
Duncan stepped in front of me, taking Mikhail’s blow on his back, as everyone around me engaged Mikhail’s soldiers.
The storm fell. The sky split. Clouds churned overhead, thick and violent, wind tearing across the field. Rain began to pour even as Duncan called down strike after strike of lightning. Hybrids sizzled and fell, yet more kept coming.
“You brought a storm,” Mikhail called, voice carrying easily through the wind. “How predictable.”
Duncan stepped forward, lightning crawling over his arms. I stood at his right. Gideon at his left. The bond between us hummed, filled with our shared power. Aligned.