Darius, shifting back into his human form beside her, was wounded but still standing. His silver eyes burned with fury as he looked from Amara to Killian. He had seen her come to his aid, had felt her power in the way she had thrown Fenrir off him, and now, seeing her stand so bravely before Killian, his heart swelled with pride. But he knew how close she was to breaking. He could see it in the way her legs trembled, in the way she struggled to stay upright.
Amara didn’t care about her exhaustion. She cared about ending this. And as Killian’s warriors circled closer again, she made her decision.
Lyra shifted back into her human form, and Amara stood tall despite the blood that dripped from her wounds. Her eyes were fierce, her chest heaving with the effort to keep standing, but there was
