The tremor rolled across the world like a distant heartbeat.
Even miles away from the Abyssal Gate, the ocean rippled strangely beneath the fleet. The waves rose and fell slowly, unnaturally, as if something far beneath the earth had shifted in its sleep.
Every wolf on the ships felt it.
A deep instinctive fear.
Rowan pushed himself up from the deck, staring toward the dark horizon.
“Tell me that was just an earthquake.”
Seraphine didn’t answer immediately.
Her eyes were locked on the glowing stone tablet.
The map.
Three runes now burned brightly.
The wolf kingdom.
The Abyssal Gate.
And the first key the Old One had given Ivy.
Only two symbols remained dim.
The desert kingdom.
And the vampire empire.
Seraphine finally spoke.
“That wasn’t an earthquake.”
The wind shifted a
