Mary Ann
The ruins answered me.
Not Cassius.
Not the Regent.
Me.
Silver light moved through every wall, doorway, and ancient symbol as though Nightveil had been waiting years for my voice. The power did not feel borrowed. It rose from somewhere beneath my skin, joining with my wolf until I could sense the entire structure around us.
Hidden chambers.
Collapsed tunnels.
Locked cells.
Living heartbeats trapped behind stone.
Modric lay beside me, barely conscious, while Kylian watched the glowing corridors with disbelief. Blood still soaked the cloth wrapped around Modric’s side, but his breathing had steadied slightly since my wolf touched the Mooncrest charm.
He needed a healer.
We all needed to escape.
I placed one hand against the floor.
The stone warmed beneath my palm.
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