ZION EMBERTHORN

For the first time, I really looked at Orion—his eyes were red-rimmed, his face as pale as a ghost. The sight of him, so devastated, mirrored the gut-wrenching fear that was creeping up my own neck, squeezing my heart with every beat, and tightening around my throat.

Barron took a deep breath, his expression a mix of resolve and anxiety.

“There’s no time,” he said urgently. “Both of you need to use your Alpha energy to heal them. Don’t stop until ...