Alena

“Fortresses can fall,” I whisper under my breath, the doubt gnawing at my insides like a ravenous beast. Yet as I dance back from another of Jacob’s attacks, my body moves with a grace born of desperation. Shadows cling to me like loyal sentinels, darting out to obscure Jacob’s vision, to give us the slightest edge. My powers are a whirling dervish within me, yet it is the steel thread of my will that spins them into existence.

“Yield, Jacob!” I spit, my voice a ...