Chapter 70
Third-POV —
The world was still spinning when Gabriella snapped back into her body. The monastery stones trembled beneath her palms, dust falling in thin streams from the cracked arch overhead. Her lungs burned, her pulse a frantic drumbeat in her ears. The frozen void was gone… but its taste lingered on her tongue, like frost and shadow.
The Alphas surrounded her instantly—Tristan kneeling beside her, Leo crouched to her right, Mark with fire dancing between his fingers, Rhael leaning on a wall but reaching toward her with trembling hands.
Gabriella’s chest heaved. “He—he pulled me out of time.”
Tristan’s jaw clenched hard enough to crack stone. His entire aura surged in a violent pulse that rattled the broken pillars. “He took you from us,” he growled. “He severed your li
