Chapter 17 Night Of The Coven

• The corridor lit up green before the screaming started.
• Witch-fire crawled along the stone like something alive, eating through wards I'd watched Riven reinforce with my own eyes days earlier, and shadow shapes poured through the breach behind it, wolf-shaped but wrong, edges smoking where they shouldn't have had edges at all.
• "Silas!" Riven's voice, somewhere down the corridor, swallowed almost instantly by the chaos and the collapsing stone between us.