C141 THE DAY THE REALMS WERE ABLE TO BREATHE

The storm that enveloped the Fire Realm did not begin with thunder.

It began with a scream.

A scream that shook mountains, split stone, and sent every wolf in the realm dropping flat to the ground with their ears pinned back.

Damon’s scream.

His Consuming Flame—black, old, wild—thrashing wildly as if trying to blast holes through reality itself