Chapter 559

• Amora
• In the silenceafter Frost’s angry roar, Malix whips his large head around, his toothy jaw opening in a look of shock. Then he throws himself in front of me right before a commotion on the stairs indicates someone is coming up. I hear snarling, growling, the skittering of giant claws on wood, and several big crashes from the darkness below.
• Then Frost’s shadow wolf leaps from the dark recesses of the basement, wisps of dark magic trailing behind his body, remnants of his transformation. He flies through the air in a smooth arc, his bulk taking up an ungodly amount of space in the small kitchen, and he lands so hard that the house shakes beneath his paws. His glowing blue eyes turn on us, flashing like the burning hot core at the heart of a flame.