Dravina POV

The sky burned a furious crimson, the air thick with ash spiraling downward like black snow, clinging to the blood-matted fur that draped my body. My heart hammered not from terror, but from purpose.

I stood upright in the wreckage of Silverlight, surrounded by my own, their blood and breath mixing with the churned earth beneath our paws.

Across the battlefield, Roarke shifted.

The sound alone made my stomach lurch bones cracking in ways no living thing should endure, each snap ...