POV: Amara Kings
Blue fire burst from my hands, knocking back three of The Mother's wolves. The strange fire didn't burn them – it did something worse. It broke their pack ties. The dogs howled in confusion, suddenly unable to feel their Alpha.
"This way!" I shouted to Elias and Dorian, who were fighting side by side despite their competition.
We pushed through the fighting toward where my mother Seraphina was being held. All around us, chaos ruled. Trees burned. Wolves fought evil. The night sky glowed red from the Blood Moon rising higher.
I sent another blast of blue fire at an attacking witch. As the flames left my body, a sharp pain stabbed through my chest. I gasped, falling to one knee.
"Amara!" Elias was at my side quickly, his hand warm on my back.
"I'm fine," I lied, forcing myself to stand. But I wasn't great. Each time I used my power, it hurt worse than before.
Dorian appeared on my other side, his dark eyes filled with worry. "You're pushing too hard," he said.
