Ava's POV
Shadow Gorge was colder than I remembered. The wind howled like a warning, twisting through the dead trees, rattling their branches like brittle bones. We arrived before dawn—just Cyrus, Damon, and me. The rest of the resistance would follow at nightfall. The eclipse would reach its peak by midnight.
That was when the Wild Wolf would breach.
And that was when we’d trap him—or die trying.
I stood on the edge of the ravine, looking down at the scarred land below. Even from up here, I could see the leyline pulsing faintly in the ground—a ripple of old magic, dark and deep.
“This is where it ends,” I whispered.
Damon stood beside me, hands in his coat pockets, eyes troubled. He hadn’t regained his memories since the severance, but something inside him still stirred—like phanto
