Kiera's P.O.V.
I froze, the words I had spoken settling like ice in my veins. The creatures we’d sealed away weren’t just ancient—they were something worse. Something far darker than I had ever imagined.
I turned toward Damian, seeing the same fear mirrored in his eyes. The moonstone around my neck pulsed, a soft, eerie glow that flickered in time with my heartbeat. My hand reached for his, fingers trembling, but I could feel the strength in his grip. He was trying to steady me, but in that moment, we both knew: we were standing on the edge of something we couldn’t fully understand.
“They’re coming, Damian,” I whispered, my voice strained under the weight of the reality crashing down on us.
He nodded, his eyes hardening with resolve. The bond between us surged to life, and I felt it to
