Chapter 27. Youâ€re Mine

The forest was a ribbon of death trailing behind Aria. Every stride she took was fueled by the agonizing schism between the Wolf and the Flame. The Moon Wolf, now fully awake and commanding her physical form, did not run with grace; it ran with devastating power, its massive, dark paws leaving scorch marks and pulverized earth where they landed.

Aria was barely a passenger in her own body. She could feel the wind tearing past the monstrous, skeletal wings of solidified fire that still pulsed from her shoulder blades—a horrifying display of the two powers fighting for architectural control of her soul. The world was a chaotic blur of sound: the screech of tearing wood, the thunder of her own half-formed howls, and the agonizing, metallic whine of her sanity tearing apart.

Kade. Danger. Stop. Her rational mind was a tiny, useless pilot screaming inside a runaway train.

But the Moon Wolf, driven by ancient, instinctual rage, would not stop. It was racing toward the on