KIERAN’S POV
By the time I reached the edge of the New Moon Institute, I was burning.
Ashar prowled just beneath my skin, pressing, pushing, snarling. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape my chest entirely.
The bond convulsed inside me, agony spiking through my chest like a lightning strike.
Sera.
She was hurting.
I didn’t think. I couldn’t.
I abandoned the car where it skidded to a halt, door hanging open, engine still running. My bones twisted mid-stride, claws tearing my palms, teeth lengthening as Ashar surged forward, Shifting us halfway to wolf.
‘She’s in pain. Run!’
Branches tore at my arms as I sprinted up the forest path with preternatural speed, scenting nothing but the echo of Sera’s anguish and the sharp crackle of ancient magic.
The sky above the rear mountain trembled with silver light. Like a storm. Like a warning.
I was almost at the barrier’s edge when a figure stepped directly into my path.
