Third Person P.O.V.
The early evening air shimmered with the golden hues of twilight as Claire stood barefoot in the clearing outside the pack house. The sky burned with the last embers of the sun, casting long, dusky shadows along the edges of the forest. Her fingers moved purposefully, tracing symbols only she could see. Her task was clear—protect and cleanse. Every ounce of her power, every breath of magic in her blood would go toward freeing Mason from the dark grip holding him hostage.
She began with the outermost layer of protection. Whispering softly, she walked the perimeter of the pack house.
"By root and bone, by ash and air, Let no shadow cross or snare. Bind this home with light so pure, Let no darkness pass this door."
Golden shimmer trailed behind her like smoke spun from
