The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin
The humanity in her face—the trembling lip, the dilated pupils, the desperation—was wiped clean.
"Stop," she said.
Her voice wasn't a harmonic echo. It was a void. It was a flat, dead sound that made the wind cease its friction.
She stepped forward.
Her skin didn't dissolve into mist. It turned to ink. Dark, oily, and light-devouring.
Shift.
The Phantom Wolf exploded from her body.
But it wasn't the translucent guardian I had seen before. This wolf was solid. It was vantablack. It absorbed the light of the stars. It was jagged, its edges vibrating with a violent, chaotic instability.