White light detonated across the training field.
The shift took six seconds.
It hurt so viciously Serena's vision whited out.
The necklace worked like a charm from hell. Dark magic thrummed against her collarbone and ate every scrap of pain before it could reach either matebond. Isolation was the bill. She paid it in full without complaints.
The light faded.
A white wolf stood in the center of the training field.
Her coat burned white with a glow that pulsed faintly with each breath, throwing light across the dirt in a radius that made the ground around her look moonlit. Her golden eyes opened. Her chin lifted.
Aurelia surveyed the field the way a queen surveys a throne room she has already decided belongs to her.
