Xander's POV
The blast of flames hurled me through the air like a projectile. My enormous body flew across the forest clearing while scorching heat blazed against my skin with breathtaking intensity. I threw my arm up reflexively, protecting my face from the inferno's savage touch.
What the fuck was going on?
More critically, who the hell was Lyra Cooper really?
The kind of devastating magical force required to create flames capable of physically blasting a High Alpha airborne didn't just materialize from nowhere. That magnitude of power cut deeper than bloodlines, deeper than any training. This was primordial magic, the foundation of ancient lore. Someone like Lyra, allegedly just another Alpha from some forgotten pack beyond the established territories, had no business wielding such catastrophic abilities.
Unless her identity was a complete lie.
