Allissa
That was all. Her breath rolled over us, and the world went white with cold and slammed us flat. My lightning grounded out on her scales like rain off a roof. Eira’s wall froze solid in the air and dropped on us in pieces. Squall was knocked spinning by one beat of her wing and hit the shelf hard enough to shake it. I struck the rock and lost the sky, and when I found it again Darren was mid-leap in his white lycan shape and she caught him out of the air under one talon and pinned him to the stone the way a cat pins a leaf.
“Enough.”
Her cold pressed down on all of us like a hand. Smoke burned like a live coal against my sternum, one point of heat in all that white.
“Do you feel it now, little king?” She leaned, only slightly, and the stone cracked under my mate, and the scream
