C410 WICKED BONDS AND WHITE WINGS

"He is not here to fight you, Damon! He is here to feed!" Elara’s scream was nearly lost in the roar of the blue fire that now filled the narrow stone hallway.

The air had become a thick, swirling soup of heat and feathers. The white-eyed ravens were a living carpet, their wings slapping against the walls and floor as they swarmed toward the Flame Child. Every time Elara’s fire lashed out