A cold, damp presence rolled in, curling around my skin, sliding into my lungs.
Dark mist.
It seeped through the broken doors, swirling thick and black, swallowing the chamber whole.
Everyone coughed, choked, eyes watering as the smoke wrapped around them. The guards staggered, hacking. Wolves whimpered, pawing at their muzzles.
I clutched my chest, gagging, eyes darting desperately for Gregor.
“Gregor!” I screamed, my voice breaking.
Through the haze, I saw him—massive, bloodied, still fighting, still trying to reach me. His golden eyes locked on mine, desperate, wild.
Then the mist thickened, swallowing him.
I pushed forward, stumbling, coughing, claws scraping the marble as I fought to shift.
And then—
Gone.
When the mist cleared, the chamber was wreckage. Blood on the floor.
