Rory's POV

The quiet after the blast was worse than the chaos before it.

Bodies lay spread across the marble floorwolves half-shifted, vampires hissing weakly as their wounds closed, dragons clutching burned skin. Smoke curled from the broken chandeliers above, and the smell of fire, blood, and fear filled my lungs.

And I was standing in the center of it all.

Shaking. Burning. Becoming something I couldn’t name.

“Rory…” Elias’s voice was soft, breaking through the ...