Lucien
The lower halls were damp, covered with stones that had not been disturbed in generations. Lucien led the way, Nyla at his side, Reid trailing behind with two guards. Their footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor.
The deeper they went, the colder it became. Lucien’s wolf stirred uneasily, hair lifting at the scent that clung to the stone. The air was something that didn’t belong within walls.
Behind him, Rhea’s steps faltered. “Why here?” Her voice was quiet, yet it echoed against the damp walls.
Lucien didn’t slow down. “Because this is where the runes sleep.”
She wrapped her arms around herself, her breath clouding faintly in the chill. “And you think they will wake just because I’m near?”
“They woke once before,” Nyla said flatly. “Why not again?”
Rhea winced at the sharp
