Melody POV
My breath hitched in my throat as I watched Liam battle fiercely against the rogue wolf and my brother, Kyle. Fear tightened its grip on my chest. Liam's movements, though powerful, were slowing, and the blood soaking his side was a stark reminder of his injury.
His healing was taking too long, and the crimson stains on the floor only deepened my panic. If he kept this up, the consequences could be dire.
I forced myself to focus, pushing past the rising tide of fear. I had to do something—fast. My magic surged within me, a familiar yet powerful force I rarely relied on. I couldn't let Liam continue fighting like this. My mind raced, and an idea formed. If I could teleport Kyle and the rogue wolf away, Liam could rest and heal properly.
Drawing a deep breath, I whispered the ancient words under my breath, my voice barely audible amidst the chaos.
