“Kill her.”

The words slithered from the Lost Wolf’s lips, echoing through the broken chamber like a curse.

Lyla’s twin grinned, blood-smeared dagger glinting under the moonlight seeping in through the cracks above. She twirled it lazily, her crimson eyes locked on Lyla’s. “He bleeds for you, Guardian. All it takes is one hesitation. One flicker of doubt.”

Lyla’s fists trembled, silver fire licking her veins. Behind her, Eli groaned, clutching his side, his blood soaking ...