"Yes. I have it."
Kael and Lyra exchanged a tense glance.
"Where is it? Show it to us," Kael commanded.
Red hesitated. She had her reasons—ones that weighed heavily on her conscience. Taking away a wolf was the most painful thing one could do to a shifter, an agony worse than death. But she had done it to save Lyra.
She took a deep breath, extending her hand as she murmured an incantation. A faint glow shimmered around her fingers before a silver pendant materialized in her palm, etched with ancient runes. It pulsed softly, radiating an energy that made the air thick with power.
Lyra's heart pounded against her ribs. Excitement and fear warred inside her as she stared at the artifact. It was smaller than she had expected, but the weight of its significance made it feel heavier than stone. The air around them crackled, charged as if a storm were about to break.
