Devon

I’m thrown back by a concussive force of pure energy brought forth by Nicolas’ dark magic. I cling to the ground with my claws as waves of energy try to push me further back.

Ava’s white fur becomes nearly indistinguishable from the rubble around us as the wind howls in our ears.

“THIS IS WHAT THE CHOSEN CAN DO!” I hear Nicolas yell over the screaming wind. “I AM SELENE FILIUS, THE TRUE SON OF SELENE!”

Then, I hear Anyra’s howl as she ...