Chaos erupted through the pack as the ground continued to quake beneath their feet. Silver light pulsed from Elara's body in waves, pushing everyone back. Only the triplets stayed standing, forming a protective circle around her. "We need to get her away from here," Kael yelled over the rumbling earth.
For once, both his brothers nodded in agreement. Marcus lunged forward again, his face twisted with rage. "She belongs to me!" Ronan snarled, shifting partly as his claws extended. "She belongs to no one!" The crowd scattered as cracks split the platform. Darian grabbed Elara's arm. "This way!" They ran toward the pack house as guards chased after them. The ring around Elara's neck burned against her skin, its silver glow matching the light in her eyes. "What's happening to me?" Elara gasped, her voice echoing strangely. "Your true power," Darian explained, pulling her along.
