Selina’s POV
The darkness swallowed the vault. The heat of the newly forged sapphire and gold vortex within my chest faded, replaced by the damp, metallic stench of fresh blood.
A heavy, sickening thud echoed through the void. The gloom fractured like broken glass, revealing a hyper-realistic projection of the diamond chamber. Isolde’s protective gold dome lay shattered across the quartz floor in a spray of dying sparks. Elias and the blind seer were missing. Gideon and the three cleansed wolves lay motionless near the vents, their grey winter coats stained a deep, fatal crimson.
The only movement came from the centre of the room.
Finn stood surrounded by a dozen silver-barded Enforcers. His golden hybrid fur hung heavy with gore. His iron poker trembled in his grip, the metal bent and
