Ashbound Moon
It shook its head, furious, and the ash on the ground whirled into a tight spiral around it—pulled, not by wind, but by will.
My will.
I hadn’t meant to do it. I hadn’t even breathed. But the ash obeyed, lifting like a living thing and wrapping the creature’s legs, slowing it, binding it.
Dax glanced over his shoulder, sharp. “Stop feeding it.”
“I’m not!” I choked.
“Yes, you are,” he said, voice low and urgent. “Your fear is a command. Your panic is a beacon.”
Kieran coughed, a wet sound. “Aria…”
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