“Don't touch it.” Damon warned.
“I wasn't going to.” I said.
My mark burned and the symbol brightened.
Damon swore under his breath as the black veins returned to his hands, spreading across his fingers before creeping beneath his sleeves. At the same time, silver light slipped through the cracks surrounding the door, illuminating the corridor with an eerie glow.
Then the stone moved.
Not opened, not shifted aside, but moved as though something beneath it had taken a breath.
Every guard stepped backward.
Callum raised his weapon, although I suspected bullets wouldn't accomplish much against whatever was happening.
A voice drifted through the corridor.
“Two heirs have awakened.” It said.
My wolf snarled inside my mind.
Don't answer it.
Damon stepped in front of me, his shoulders
