Chapter 53
Gabriella’s POV
The sky tore open.
Not like before, not like the shimmering memory realm.
This tear was violent.
A straight, vertical wound in the clouds.
Violet light pulsed from it, rhythmically, like a heartbeat.
A heartbeat that was not human.
Not wolf.
Not anything born of this world.
Warriors fell to their knees, clutching their chests.
The creatures froze and bowed their malformed heads.
And the air…
Shifted.
Thickened.
Curled around me.
Tristan’s head snapped toward the sky. His wolf eyes went gold and wild, claws digging into stone as if bracing himself for an invisible force.
He’s coming through.
Ava whispered the words with dread that was not fear, but recognition.
Mark stepped in front of me, massive white wolf form bristling with rage, teeth bared
