Chapter 51 The Wraith's Reflection

• The wraith lunged.
• Its body cracked as it moved, like stone and glass grinding together, every step echoing with a tremor that shook the chamber. The sound was unbearable, as though a mountain itself was being broken apart.
• Kelvin met the attack head-on. He was already half-shifted, his body bristling with fur and muscle, silver light burning from the claws of his hands. His strike met the creature’s jagged limb with a shattering clash that sprayed sparks across the floor. The impact drove him back several paces, gouging claw marks into the living stone.