POV: Kael

Hope returned the moment the medallion screamed.

It was not a sound meant for ears, It ripped through my chest, through bone and instinct and bond, sharp enough to make my knees buckle. I staggered forward, fingers clawing at the air as the medallion at my throat flared hot, its glow warping from steady silver into something jagged and uneven.

Lyra.

The song was wrong.

I barely had time to register the distortion before Darius struck.

Steel met steel in a spray of sparks, the impact ...