Eira’s POV

The werewolf elders were already in place, each one braced for what was coming. Their leader shot Ember a firm look—his silent way of saying everything was ready. Ember didn’t hesitate. She turned toward me, her voice trembling with urgency.

“Eira—go! Do it now!”

I forced myself to concentrate, drawing in every bit of unseen energy drifting through the air around me. It felt like reaching for something I couldn’t quite touch, but I pulled anyway, gathering whatever ...