Jace
The air changed before the tunnel did.
I felt it in my bones first—a deep, resonant thrum that made the walls quiver like a drumskin. Each vibration rattled down my spine, syncing with my heartbeat until I couldn’t tell where I ended and the catacombs began.
Cara’s grip tightened in mine. Through the bond, her unease curled sharp and cold, but steady beneath it was that unshakable strength that had always anchored me. Her wolf bristled. Her fae blood stirred like a rising tide. And still, she followed me deeper.
The tunnel widened without warning, opening into a cavern so vast the shadows seemed endless. The ceiling soared into darkness, supported by pillars carved from the same black stone as the entrance—veined with silver and something that pulsed like molten ember.
And there
