“He brought a god.”
Nobody spoke.
Nobody breathed.
The words hung over the clearing like a death sentence.
Denise stared at Cael.
“What do you mean?”
His expression remained fixed on the darkness beyond the Gate.
On the massive shape moving behind Asher.
Fear filled his golden eyes.
Ancient fear.
The kind born from experience.
The kind earned through survival.
“It isn’t a title.”
A chill swept through the clearing.
“It isn’t a metaphor.”
The darkness behind Asher shifted again.
A single enormous eye opened.
Silver.
Ancient.
Endless.
The moon disappeared within its reflection.
Warriors collapsed to their knees.
Hunters cried out.
Several wolves shifted uncontrollably.
The giant creature roared.
A desperate sound.
A warning.
“DO NOT LOOK AT IT.”
Too late.
The eye
