Meanwhile, in the fractured heart of the cave, the view was obscured by the disaster, but Ryder could see from the dome he created.
The air in the cave shivered with power. The floor beneath him cracked again, coughing up veins of red mist—like the cave itself was bleeding from the sheer spiritual force that had just been unleashed.
Dark Snow stood tall, unharmed, his shadow flickering unnaturally even in the dim light. The malicious smile on his lips did not belong to a man.
It belonged to a demon.
Ryder's ears rang. His wolf whimpered low inside him, battered but alive. He knew now—truly knew—what lived inside him. And he knew what he had to do to never let it rule again.
Shadow One rose slowly, debris showering on him, but none could penetrate the barrier around him. A long sword – glowing yellow, appeared in his hand as he stepped forward.
Shadow One couldn't remember the last time an opponent made him take out his sword.
