/Alora/
The growl was louder this time. It wasn't a sound; it was a warning, some sort of prologue to something far worse.
The ground began to shudder beneath me, a quake running through the earth as if something age-old was stirring to life.
My heart was racing, but the fear soon melted away into something altogether else, instinct. An instinct so base and animal-like, yet one I knew somehow was connected to that power Damon spoke of.
It's a hum, a call, deep inside me, urging me forward. And in those moments, I just couldn't wait for answers, not when whatever was coming was getting closer.
I spun toward Randall, but he was peering beyond me into the darkness. The muscles of his body were coiled, tightened to pounce if attacked; his eyes shone with wariness. "Get back," he whispered
