“Eli look!”

Lyla’s voice tore from her throat as the shattered crescent blazed across the clearing. Fragments of violet light rained down like meteors, burning holes into the ground. The forest itself wailed, every tree trembling, every wolf clutching their heads in agony.

Eli’s grip on her arm tightened. His voice was gravel. “The bond’s tearing. If it snaps completely, Silverwood won’t survive the night.”

The Third Bond stepped forward, her fractured mark glowing like a ...