NARRATOR

Ignacio struggled against the suffocating mist wrapping around his body, like a poisonous gas that controlled him.

Aidan began to glow blue, tribal tattoos climbing from his chest up his neck to his face.

His blue eyes flared like frozen glaciers, drawing runes in the air and summoning winter.

The snow merged with Nyx’s magic.

The whirlwind began to surround Ignacio—darkness, gold, and white swirling together.

No matter how hard he fought, the icy layer froze his limbs, trapping him in the prison meant to hold him back.

They didn’t want to kill him—only contain him.

Roars of pain and surrender echoed across the island.

The werewolves fought side by side with the golden ravens to overpower the Drakmor.

But more and more beasts kept crawling out of the cave that linked the continents.

No matter how powerful Nyx and Aidan were, they couldn’t face the entire Drakmor clan alone.

“Aidan!”

The prince turned to see Nyx’s incredible transformation as she landed in front of him.

If he