Chapter 20

Caleb Vance crouched behind a trunk of the dense, dark-barked wood, his breathing shallow and forced. Five meters away, the Shadow-Hound stood over the mangled remains of a Grave Prowler, its massive frame blotting out the dappled light of the forest floor. Lyra was an engine of muscle and shadow, her attention momentarily fixed on the grisly task of claiming her kill. Caleb reached deep, pulling at the reservoir of cosmic energy he had learned to manipulate through weeks of brutal survival....