~ LYRA ~

As Zarek rises from Ronan’s body, my heart cracks.

Zerek's victory seems to be feeding him, filling him with new life as he looks around and jeers at us. The wolves around me are snarling, but their rage is hollow now, because Ronan’s defeat feels like the air’s been punched out of our lungs.

“You’re all weak! As weak as your faux leader here!” Zarek waves flippantly at Ronan’s body. “Do you think you stand a chance against me?! I’ll shred every one ...