Chapter 52
Gabriella’s POV
My senses didn’t come back all at once.
They snapped into me like someone slamming doors open—the cold air, the roar of alarms across the pack, the frantic thundering of feet on stone.
But inside me?
Silence.
Ava was quiet.
Too quiet.
And the space where my power should have been pulsed with a hollow ache.
Tristan was holding my face between his hands, breath ragged, eyes wild with a fear I hadn’t seen even during battle.
“Gabriella, look at me. Stay with me.”
I tried.
But my gaze kept dragging toward the sky.
The tear was gone.
But the world had not settled.
The clouds above churned violently, swirling in unnatural spirals. The air thickened, vibrating with dark energy.
The Devourer hadn’t finished.
Leo moved beside us, runes spinning around his
