Modric’s POV
The wall between Mary Ann and me refused to move.
I struck it again with my right fist.
Stone cracked beneath my knuckles, but the surface repaired itself almost immediately. Silver symbols flashed across the wall, filling the room with pale light before fading back into black rock.
“Mary Ann!”
No answer came through the stone.
Only the bond.
Fear.
Anger.
Confusion.
Then something stronger moved beneath all three.
Her wolf.
The power rolling through Mary Ann felt unlike anything I had experienced before. It filled the bond until my own wolf became restless, answering a call neither of us understood.
Kylian drove his sword into the narrow seam where the wall had risen.
“It is not normal stone.”
“I know.”
“We need another path.”
“I am not leaving her.”
“I did n
