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Tristan!

He reached out and ripped open the vault, letting the ghosts surge over and through him. And then, with a sudden surge of knowing, he reached down to his necklace, the glass bubble he’d carried back from the spirit world, and crushed it in his hand.

Then he opened his mind all the way.

Memories deluged him. All the pain, all the torture. All the regrets, all the helplessness, all the failures. His desperate need to control just one thing, even at the cost of true love.

His knees gave way, and only his friends kept him from sinking to the ground.

It seemed to go on and on and on, hours and days and years, until there was nothing left inside him.

Then, in the back of the vault he saw that spark of light from the center of the necklace, like the one sparkling creature in the bottom of Pandora’s box.

Hope.

Love.

Mayah! Mate! He reached out to her like a lifeline.

And she was there.

He felt electricity course through him, as Mayah’s dragon surged from his mind to hers. The weight lifted from his shoulders.

He heard all the voices, all the wolves, but it didn’t hurt anymore.

He was the White Wolf. He was a fucking superhero.

He summoned all his powers and called out, his words rolling like thunder. White wolves! The time is now. Rise! Fight! You are free!

He felt all their minds, all their power. He could see it all, a swirling mass like a huge galaxy. His to shape.

With the Al-Maddeiri dragon at the center, like a blazing sun.

Tristan gathered all that power in his hands, and threw it at the spell net. It detonated like a mass of fireworks, and the dragons were free.

Tristan came back to Earth and turned to Flynn. “Now!”

Flynn hit the detonator, the cell walls exploded, and the white wolves surged to freedom.

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Mayah’s dragon poured through her body like a flash flood in a storm. She felt Tristan guiding her power, shaping it into a weapon along with that of the white wolves.

And when they broke the spell net, her dragon burst out of her.

The walls of the building crumbled, unable to withstand her dragon’s might. Somewhere beneath her, a tiny, forgettable human was buried in the rubble.

She unfurled her wings and shook herself, shedding chunks of building like a dog shaking droplets of water out of its fur.

The battle still raged. On the other side of the central core, Blaze and Rebel were magically levitating the entire the server room out of the wreckage. They’d encased it in a stasis spell, the ends of which were wrapped around Zane’s dragon body like a harness.

Holy fuck. That was one trick spell.

As Mayah pulled her back half out of the wreckage, she saw Zane grab the two nearest escapees into his front claws and lift off, calling out: Two rescues and a whole fucking server room. Zane out.

The other dragons were gathering up more white wolves—on their backs, in their claws. As soon as they had as many as they could carry, they took off, calling out their name and number of passengers so all the others could hear.

Where was Tristan?