Tirianna

Pain is white.

Not red. Not sharp. White.

It explodes behind my eyes as Elira’s beast slams into me, claws tearing through fur and flesh. My Lycan roars inside me, the sound reverberating through bone and blood.

Up! she snarls. We do not fall!

I twist, barely missing the second strike. The creature’s limb bends wrong—too long, too jointed—three talons carving trenches into the earth where my throat had been.

A monster to match the true nature of Elira and the violations of the Sliver Fang.

The barrier around us hums like a living storm. Yellow and black energy crackles overhead, sealing us inside a cage of magic and...