The world blurred around Lyra as her power surged again, hot and wild, coursing through her veins like fire. She could feel it pulsating in her chest, demanding to be released, and for the first time, she embraced it fully. There was no hesitation, no fear-only the raw, primal force that had been buried inside her for far too long.
Kael's wolves launched themselves at Marcus's pack, their impact a grinding, brutal shock of tooth and claw. The air was thick with snarls and growls; the stench of blood already tainted the courtyard. The battle descended into chaos, a whirlwind of movement and violence, but Lyra's focus was razor-sharp.
