Emily Rosewood’s Point of View.
The day the world bowed to its own heartbeat
The Lock shattered with a soundless echo.
No tremor shook the earth. No burst of light rent the air. And yet, every wolf in the Hollow dropped to their knees, snarling or whimpering, eyes wide as something ancient and sovereign passed through them. The Well of Memory, sealed for centuries, groaned like it remembered pain—and now bled it into the world again.
I stood at its edge, my hand still outstretched, pale tendrils of energy unraveling from my skin like mist.
The light in the Hollow dimmed. Even the torches lining the cavern flickered, their flames hissing in protest.
Behind me, Sebastian growled low, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade, though it trembled with restrained instinct. Adrian’s claws du
