I braced myself. Every muscle tensed, every sense screaming warnings I couldn’t ignore. The beams pulsed faster, alive with sound and color, carving through the night sky. My hands flared hotter, silver light spilling from my fingers, merging with the device’s chaos.
A scream that seemed to be half roar, half static ripped through the air as the ground trembled. Shadows stretched, twisting toward the beams like they were drawn to the energy. My wolf whimpered, anxious, urging caution. But I couldn’t stop. Something inside me recognized the power as mine and demanded I push further.
The beams snapped, forming a cage of jagged light around me. My heart hammered. The device wasn’t just a machine—it was alive, testing me, daring me to match its wild pulse. I inhaled, ready to let go complete
