Rowan’s scream shattered the night.
It wasn’t a sound made by a child—it was older, deeper, something torn from the roots of the world. Trees bent. The earth cracked in a halo around him. And Quinn could feel it—like his very soul was being pulled apart strand by strand.
“Rowan!” Quinn dropped to his knees, arms cradling his son as the energy surged from his small body. It wasn’t just power—it was memory, light, grief. Raw truth, flooding out of him like a dam had burst inside his chest.
Jace moved on instinct, shielding them both as the creature—the Echo Unbound—stepped fully into their world.
It was monstrous. Twice the size of a dire wolf, with thick limbs of smoke and bone, wings that didn’t flap but bled shadows. Its mouth wasn’t a snarl, but a gaping wound that pulsed with silver
