NARRATOR

Not even when she was separated from her family and fell into a wild, hostile continent had Lyra felt so desperate.

Something in her chest was tearing slowly, the fear of losing her mate.

The moment she spotted the back of that strange man, she shouted at him, convinced he was the one to blame.

She watched him turn slowly, and her wolf writhed with discomfort, with a desperate urge to lower her head before him.

His eyes held a savagery she had never seen in anyone... of this world.

"So you’re the supposed mate of Khalum." The booming voice vibrated in her mind, even without him opening his mouth.

He took a few steps toward her and cleared the haze, but suddenly a strike of shadows spread from Lyra’s back.

The intruder seized Silas’s power into his clenched fist, matching its dizzying speed, then moved his hand to dissolve the spectral claws.

A scream of pain rang out from somewhere.

"Tsk, tsk, such disrespect," he clicked his tongue in annoyance, yet utterly relaxed.

Silas wa