Modric’s POV
The tunnel narrowed until I could barely stretch both arms without touching stone.
Severin’s footsteps echoed ahead of me.
Fast.
Uneven.
He knew the passages better than I did, but the ritual collapse had damaged part of the underground structure. Dust drifted from the ceiling. Pieces of stone broke loose beneath my boots. Somewhere behind me, the hidden entrance to the shrine had sealed completely.
For several seconds, the only thing I could hear was my own breathing and Severin running.
Then he laughed.
The sound travelled through the darkness.
“You really followed me alone.”
I slowed.
Not because I was afraid.
Because that sentence sounded too pleased.
My wolf pushed forward, alert now that the severing ritual no longer weakened us. The completed bond with Mary
