CHAPTER 66 — THE CLOAKED FIGURE APPEARS
Third-POV
The monastery lay in a fragile, eerie silence. Dust hung in the air like suspended glass, and the faint pulse of ancient magic thrummed through the cracked stones beneath their feet. Gabriella’s hands still tingled from the effort of anchoring Rhael’s magic and dispersing the spectral onslaught.
Every Alpha remained alert, swords drawn, eyes scanning the shadows that twisted unnaturally along the walls. The air smelled metallic—like blood and ozone—and even the storm beyond the ruins seemed to pause, as though holding its breath.
Gabriella’s mark burned along her spine, sharper now, a reminder that the Devourer had been aware of their intrusion all along. Ava stirred within her, calm but insistent: He is near. Focus. Do not falter.
