“Raine wake up!”

Killian’s voice dragged me out of the blinding silver light.

I jolted upright, gasping, my claws still out, my body drenched in sweat. My vision was fractured, the image of Luka chained in fire burning behind my eyelids.

But I wasn’t in the abyss anymore.

Stone walls surrounded me cracked, ancient, etched with glowing runes. A half-collapsed chamber, its roof open to a sky streaked with red clouds. The air smelled of ash and blood.

Killian was crouched in ...