Lycan's Mate
She barreled through smoke and falling embers toward the village center, Aelira’s voice a drumbeat in her skull… Save them, and burn the rest.
She found a collapsed roof pinning two wolves—a young hunter and a boy barely old enough to shift. The timbers hissed with fire, one snapped away from crushing them.
“Crystal!” Ryder’s voice was behind her, warning, but she was already moving.
She plunged her hands into the blaze. Her flame met the enemy fire, devoured it, bent it to her will. Heat whipped around her, but it didn’t burn her. She pushed the fire outward, forcing it to lift and crack apart the timbers. The hunters scrambled free, coughing, eyes wide at the sight of her wreathed in fire
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