博客來Elara wakes gasping, the phantom sensation of Vorlag’s claws on her scarred skin a cruel reminder of what she stands to lose-and what she’s already destroyed. Hiding in the desolate Ash Wastes, she suppresses her wyrmblood powers, convinced it’s the only way to keep the dragon bond from consuming them both. But Vorlag feels the starvation. *＂You are starving me to save yourself,＂* he accuses, his psychic voice fraying at the edges.
When Kaelen’s war-drakes darken the horizon, Elara realizes her tactical lies have only made them easier prey. To survive, she must forge armor from the bones of the dead, unearthing secrets her adoptive father buried about the Celestial Dragons. But the armor whispers of a darker choice: sever Vorlag’s bond to save his life, or let him burn out fighting for hers.
In *Wyrmshattered*, trust is a currency more valuable than gold, and the cost of survival might just be Elara’s humanity. **Dive into the third installment of a romantasy epic where love is a battlefield, and every scar tells a story.**
