CRIMSON MOON

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

CHAPTER 27: WHISPERS OF THE PAST

(Damian’s POV)

The second we stepped inside, I knew something was wrong.

The air was thick with the scent of old blood and damp stone. A weight pressed against my chest, heavy and oppressive, like the walls themselves were watching.

Selene moved ahead of me, her dagger drawn, her steps silent. But I could feel the tension radiating from her, the war waging inside her.

Hope.

Fear.

Rage.

I wanted to tell her to slow down. To think.

But I knew better.

This wasn’t just a mission for her. It was personal.

And that made it dangerous.

The ruins stretched deep into the earth, narrow corridors twisting like veins. The deeper we went, the colder it became.

Then—a sound.

A whisper of movement ahead.

Selene froze.

I stepped beside her, claws itching ben