Deborah’s POV

Kane's claws tore across Deborah's ribs, drawing blood.

She stumbled back, silver flames erupting from her hands. Shouts filled the trial arena, some encouraging, others alarmed. Kane circled her, his wolf form large and scarred, his eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction.

This wasn't a trial. It was an execution.

Deborah's power surged, reacting to pain and anger. Silver fire crawled up her arms, but she felt it slipping from her control. Without Erick's golden light to ...