Chaos erupted the instant the mirror flared to life.
The golden light that had engulfed McKenna twisted violently, exploding outward in a shockwave that shattered crystal goblets, splintered marble, and sent half the hall to their knees. The once-elegant coven chamber became a storm of magic and fire, voices shrieking in alarm as witches scrambled for cover.
Azeo barely had time to pull McKenna against him before another wave of power tore through the room. His wolf roared within him—furious, territorial, possessive. His bond with her was screaming, pulling at every nerve in his body. He could feel her pain through it, her fear, her confusion… and her power. Gods, the power.
“Kenna!” he growled, shaking her shoulders as she trembled in his arms. Her eyes glowed with that same impossible
