Ember Frost’s POV

I had never witnessed magic like this before.

Streams of power tore across the altar, each spell more unsettling than the last. My pulse hammered in my ears as I watched. For the first time, I understood why ancient sorcerers had been feared for centuries.

Compared to this, the magic most werewolf elders wielded felt almost ordinary. Powerful, yes, but familiar.

Nothing behaved the way it should have. Attacks that looked certain to hit somehow missed. Others vanished ...