Jack’s aura flickered again. A tiny spark, weak as a dying match, barely brushing my senses. It felt like someone tugging a thread inside my chest. A plea. A whisper. A heartbeat struggling to stay alive.
I did not think. I ran.
The cold corridor blurred around me. Frost bit into my lungs as I sprinted toward the faint glow ahead.
“Lainey,” Beau barked behind me.
“No,” I yelled. “Do not tell me to stop.”
He caught my arm anyway, just before I barreled into the next chamber without looking.
My feet skidded across the floor as he yanked me back. “You cannot sprint into unknown rooms. There could be traps.”
“There are definitely traps,” I snapped. “This entire place is a trap. That is the theme here. And I am sick of it.”
He released me slowly, his eyes still glowing wolf gold. “Move
