Isolde leads us to the edge of the Fiery Fang territory. "The closer we get, the stronger his magic will be," she says, the echo still in my ear.
And she is right. Since crossing the border, strange things have been happening: the air feels heavy and crackling with energy, it is as if the earth itself hums with Lucian's dark magic.
Yet, it isn't only the environment but something inside me also feels.off.
It's as if the fire, the water, and earth running in my brothers and me are rebelling, pressing against the confines of our control.
The marks on our bodies flare up at random, bringing with them surges of magic that are powerful but capricious.
One moment, I can feel the earth shifting beneath my feet, its movements a response to my whim; another, and it's as though the earth itsel
