Killian’s grip on Aria tightened as they pushed deeper into the tunnels, his wolf still humming with rage and relief. The bond between them throbbed, almost painful now, as if it were warning him that this wasn’t over.
“We have to get out before the whole place collapses,” Darius shouted over the din of battle.
“I know,” Killian growled, his golden eyes blazing in the dark. “Keep moving!”
The pack fell into formation, cutting down any creature that dared block their path. But Aria could feel it—the throne’s power pulsing behind her, whispering that leaving now would not be enough.
“They won’t let us go,” she said breathlessly as they ran.
Killian glanced at her, his jaw tight. “Let them try.”
Before they could take another step, the ground cracked with a deafening roar. A fissure tor
