Cyran POV

In Crimsontail territory, in a remote canyon where few shifters ever ventured, lances of energy stabbed his four limbs as Cyran struggled to stay on all four feet.

Hades Ombra’s commanding voice held him upright somehow. “Endure your punishment. Remain standing. If you falter, I will stop your heart by snapping my fingers.”

A hundred bolts of lightning pierced his limbs and his entire body. Dozens of pinpricks of heat tormented him. He ...