Zion’s howl of pain ripped through me. His massive body trembled as the force of the relic’s power lashed against him.

Without thinking, I reached out, resting my hand on his fur.

A golden shimmer sprouted from my fingertips, spreading across his body like a protective blanket. The power of my ancestors surged through me, bright and warm, a stark contrast to Malakai’s twisted magic. Zion's growls of pain softened as my golden light made the attack bearable.

Malakai ...