Devon’s POV
Smoke.
That was the first thing I noticed: thick, black, and bitter. It hit the back of my throat like tar as the chamber shook again, rock and dirt raining down from above. I threw my arm around Fara, shielding her as part of the ceiling cracked and fell beside us in chunks. Franco swore, already reaching for the emergency wall panel to override the gate.
Nadia’s laughter cut through the chaos like a razor through silk.
The alarms had already started screaming.
“You see, Devon?” she spat, breathless with joy. “This is what it feels like when the walls fall. When your precious kingdom burns.”
I turned on her, fangs bared. My wolf was done being caged. My claws tore through my hands like a knife cutting butter. I didn’t recognise the sound I made, it was somewhere between
