Kiera's P.O.V.
The figure didn’t just appear—it manifested, as if it had been waiting for the right moment to step into our world. The air around it warped, shimmering like heat off a flame, distorting everything in its wake. My wolf went still inside me, sensing something far older, far more powerful than anything we had ever encountered.
Then it spoke. "I'm here for what’s mine."
The voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. It echoed inside my chest, vibrating through my bones, like it had been spoken in a language that wasn’t meant for mortal ears.
I held Caelum closer, my body shifting instinctively between him and the figure. I could feel his small heartbeat against mine, steady but warm, aware. He wasn’t crying anymore. He wasn’t even afraid.
Damian stepped forward, his mass
