Chapter Nine
The Fracture Beneath the Moon
The Harbinger’s howl echoed like a warning and a worship in one.
It rolled down the mountain like thunder given voice, curling through trees and stones, whispering promises to the ancient things that had long slept beneath the Hollow. Its cry was more than sound — it was invocation.
Lyra stirred where she lay, eyes still closed, lips moving in fragments of a language she didn’t know but her blood did.
Kael watched her, helpless.
She was burning without fire — glowing from the inside out — and every second that passed, the runes beneath her skin grew more intricate. They wrapped around her ribs like ivy and coiled down her arms, humming with power that didn’t belong to any Alpha, any pack. This was something older. Wilder.
Something that eve
