THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST
"If she gets to the old Thorne bunkers, we'll never find her."
"Then we don't use the streets," Alaric said. He looked at me, his amber eyes glowing with a fierce determination. "We use the sky."
He grabbed my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We didn't have a plane, and we didn't have wings, but we had the Union. Alaric gathered the golden energy of the Beast into his legs, and I poured the violet light of the Spark into his heart to keep the power steady.