In order to save the world from eternal night, Red must find a way to unlock the dormant power of the Sun Goddess running through her veins without killing herself and everyone she loves.
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Gravity's leash yanked me down. My organs pressed up against my spine as I plummeted, the land blending into the sky as I spun out of control. Sol let out a trumpeting cry of joy, but something was wrong; nothing was happening or changing. Rya's Blessing was but a fizzling ember in my chest, and the ground was hurtling towards me with dizzying speed. I scrunched my eyes shut, praying the end would be swift.
Crunch. The sound of concaving bone was unmistakeable as something soft and warm slammed into my side, sending us rolling across the rocky river bed and splashing through the shallows. The impact sent me flying again, and the wolf gave way to a man who snatched me from from the air and held me fast, shielding my body with his own.
Sebastian was pale and livid by the time we rolled to a stop, the blue streak in his fringe all the more vivid for the water that darkened his hair. I blushed when I realised I was straddling him, pinning him to the ground with my hips. The icy water was a cool balm for my bloodied kneecaps.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Sebastian snarled, grabbing my face and turning it this way and that as he searched for injuries. "You could have been killed!"
He was right. I'd tried to come into power on my own and I couldn't have failed more spectacularly. Tears of frustration trickled down my cheeks and I wiped them away on my shoulder with an angry sniff, shoving off him one noisy splash at a time.
Sebastian tried to follow and cursed, his body contracting around his leg. A dark stain was spreading below his kneecap, something white and jagged sticking through the cloth.
I froze. "Goddess, is that —?"
It was. Bone.
I fought the urge to retch as the knot in my stomach pulled tighter, racking my brain for something useful. You spent half of your miserable life in that healing hut. Put it to use!
Lycans healed so quickly that they were typically unused to the lingering agony of a wound. I had taken great (albeit petty) satisfaction from the fuss hunters made when they came into Harry's hut with a broken leg. Bones were a bit more complicated than flesh wounds, as the broken halves needed to be perfectly aligned before they could fuse properly, so by the time they made it to the healing hut they were usually an inconsolable wreck.
Only Gordon had been uncannily quiet. Something in his eyes made me wonder if he'd relished the feeling.
Sebastian barely even acknowledged his broken leg, grabbing my wrist to stop me from leaving. "What's going on with you?" he hissed, searching my expression.
"For once in your Goddess forsaken life, let me look after you," I snapped, surprised by how angry I felt. "Sit down and stick your leg in the water. It'll help to clean the wound."
