Isaiah disappeared into the shadows, his form shifting as he went. to gather survivors.
I turned to the battlefield. I felt the moon’s power pulse through my veins, a steady thrumming that called to her.
I let it in.
The shift came effortlessly, a silver glow wrapping around me as my body transformed. My armor shimmered into place, forming over me as I landed on four legs.
Savannah, who was blasting an Umbrakin with a bolt of lightning, glanced at me and smirked. “Sweet armor.”
I didn’t respond–I was already moving.
My claws dug into the earth as I lunged, sinking my fangs into the throat of the nearest Umbrakin. The creature snarled, its body flickering between solid and smoke, but I didn’t let go. I dug in deeper, using the moon’s power to force it to remain solid.
A second later, it collapsed.
More came.
I dodged, her silver glow illuminating the battlefield as I twisted, slashing through enemies with deadly precision.
Elijah fought beside me, his blade a blur as he cut through the shadows. Alex and Austin moved as one, covering each other’s backs, while Isaiah’s shadows helped evacuate the pack.
They were holding their ground, but the Umbrakins kept coming.
I growled as I took down another, but a flash of movement caught my attention–one of the creatures was heading toward a group of children huddled near the burning remains of a house.
Without thinking, I pushed off the ground, moving faster than I ever had before.
The Umbrakin lunged, its claws outstretched.
I intercepted it, slamming into it mid–air. We crashed into the
ground, rolling over each other in a tangle of limbs and fur.
The creature clawed at me, but I snarled and used the moon’s
power to drive my fangs into its chest.
It let out a horrible shriek before breathing its last.
The children stared at me in wide–eyed terror.
“You’re safe,” I assured them, my voice carrying through the mind–link. “Go to the tunnels. Isaiah will take you.”
They nodded and ran.
I turned back to the battlefield, my breath heavy. They were holding their own, but the attack wasn’t slowing. If anything, more Umbrakins were arriving.
Why?
What did they want? Or was this a way of the shadow weaver to bring me out here?
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“Stormi!”
I turned just as Rowena appeared, her face grim.
“They’re not after the pack,” she said urgently. “They’re after you.”
I froze.
The realization sent a chill through me.
“They know about the Keystone,” Rowena continued. “They’re trying to weaken you before the journey even begins.”
It made sense. Too much sense.
If I died here, the mission would never happen. But the shadow weaver couldn’t reach me in the uncharted realm.
I clenched her jaw. I wouldn’t let that happen.
Not tonight. Not ever.
“Then let’s show them they made a mistake,” I growled.
Rowena nodded, my magic crackling around me.
I turned to my mates, my gaze sharp.
“Let’s end this.”
*
They moved as one.
Austin sent a wave of icy wind so strong it knocked several Umbrakins off their feet. Elijah’s sword struck true, severing the head of another. Isaiah’s shadows wrapped around the enemies, crushing them into the ground.
I let the moon’s light consume me.
A radiant glow burst from me, washing over the battlefield like a tidal wave.
The Umbrakins screamed as the light seared through them, their bodies dissolving one by one until none remained.
And then–silence.
The battle was over.
Smoke still hung in the air, the pack scarred but standing. I knew this was only the beginning. The real battle was still ahead.
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