A high position of the moon reflected its pale silver light onto the clearing where Anita remained. The atmosphere became heavy with tension while an electrical feeling swept through the area like electricity before a thunderous storm. Anita struggled to breathe while feeling the Fox Realm’s oppressive force bearing down on her lungs because she knew a fight was approaching.
The clearing became brighter when Lyra appeared from the darkness under a haunting howl. The dangerous wild fire glowed in her eyes and the storm-like force of her power surrounded her body. As silvery-white moonlight kissed her hair it floated effortlessly through the air causing all natural laws to seem elastic to her presence.
Lyra spoke across her with sheer spite as she told him "You lack the strength to rescue him." She moved step-by-step toward Anita as she studied the woman with judgmental eyes. “Jace belongs with his own kind—fox spirits, not a human like you.”