The first scream tore the world in half.
It wasn’t just Rowan’s voice—it was something older, something deeper, echoing through the earth like a quake from the bones of the land itself.
Quinn was already moving before he realized it.
He flung himself across the cliff, past the trembling ring of wolves, heart pounding as he reached Elias, who knelt cradling a violently thrashing Rowan.
The child’s eyes were wild white—no pupil, no iris. Just light.
“Rowan—” Quinn choked, grasping his son's face. “Baby, I’m here—breathe, breathe, look at me—”
Rowan gasped, but it wasn’t his voice that emerged.
It was Kaelen’s.
“The seal is broken.”
The voice was low, distant, like it came from a tunnel beneath the world. Elias stumbled back in shock, and Quinn tightened his grip.
Jace arrived behin
