The ancient one’s whisper slithered through the tunnel walls, cold and sharp enough to raise goosebumps along my arms.
“Marisol…”
Jayden didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the tunnel. Hayden and Kayden flanked us instantly, their wolves bristling beneath their skin. Jonah shifted mid‑stride, his massive wolf form barreling ahead to clear the path.
My mother followed, her silver wolf glowing faintly in the dim blue light.
Selena pressed forward, trembling. He is coming.
The tunnel behind us trembled, dust drifting from the ceiling. A low rumble echoed through the stone — not footsteps, not claws, but something heavier. Something ancient.
Jayden tightened his grip on me. “Move faster.”
Hayden growled. “He’s breaking through the wards.”
Kayden’s voice droppe
