CHAPTER 62
THIRD POV
The Moon Archives were alive. Gabriella could feel it the moment she stepped across the threshold.
Not alive like the guard wolves patrolling Shadowdark Keep. Not alive like a fire that could scorch her skin. Alive like a heartbeat—slow, deliberate, patient, and sharp enough to cut into the mind of anyone unprepared.
The walls pulsed faintly with silver light, etched with lunar sigils so old that no living Luna could have carved them. When her fingers brushed the stone, the runes shivered as though acknowledging her presence, and she shivered back.
“Careful,” Tristan murmured behind her, his hand hovering near her shoulder, not touching. His eyes scanned the archive’s vast expanse, alert for traps, curses, or worse. “This place doesn’t like intruders.”
Gabriella
