Aurora felt her heart nearly stop as Elias's pain shot through their bond. The Silver Key burned hot in her palm, almost glowing with energy.
"He's changing," she whispered, her voice breaking. "We're running out of time."
The sky outside the Chamber of Whispers darkened to a deep crimson. The Blood Moon was rising—a rare event that happened only once every hundred years. Its red light spilled through the ancient windows, painting everyone in shades of scarlet.
"Perfect timing," Juliet laughed, holding Elias's blood vial up to the moonlight. "The Blood Moon makes all wolves stronger, but it will make our transformation complete."
Aurora lunged forward, but invisible chains of magic held her back. The Chamber's ancient spells kept her frozen in place.
"Let me go!" she snarled, her wolf rising to the surface. Her eyes glowed bright gold in the crimson light.
