Chapter 51
Gabriella’s POV
Night should have offered silence.
Instead, it felt like the whole world was holding its breath.
The pack was awake. Every window glowed with candlelight. Warriors ran drills in the courtyard. The air was cold, metallic, humming with storm pressure and the quiet expectation of blood.
We leave at dawn.
The Rift would open for us.
Or it would devour us.
And something inside me already knew—something would go wrong.
Very wrong.
The Alphas didn’t let me rest.
Not tonight.
Not with the Devourer whispering at every shadow.
Leo had turned the east balcony into a mini war-room, charts and runes floating in midair. Rhael stood guard near the railing, twin blades strapped to his back, eyes scanning the horizon like danger was traveling toward us in real time.
