{Music Recommendation: Ancestors Calling Tribal Music by Infinity Realm}
Nova gasped, her hands shooting to her mouth. Pain sliced through her as a roar from the other side of the island made the bark rattle. A crack splintered across the Skyhold. A few of the eagle shifters stumbled back, murmuring to each other, concern flashing across their faces. But the Sky Matron's attention was on the power now wisping through her body.
Her hands were spread wide, embracing the warmth of the sun as dark shadows formed around her arms like vines, spreading along her body and wings before seeping into her eyes. Her wicked grin broadened as she embraced the power, to be stronger than any other on the island.
The vampiras were stuck in the caves. Only the Oncari were problematic to her and the flock, besides the ancients roaming the island. This was a good thing. An Electa had been brought to the island. Her sacrifice was everything, and already she could feel the power surging through her.
