Emily Rosewood’s Point of View.
The Chained Hollow – the day I killed the prophecy
The Hollow was no longer still.
Not since the Heir of Chains had whispered the words that unbound prophecy: “The final gate sleeps beneath the world… and I will awaken it.”
I stood in the war chamber, the flickering torches casting long, tremulous shadows over the carved stone maps and scattered remnants of council sigils. My reflection in the obsidian table shimmered faintly with the same eerie golden hue that now danced in my irises—remnants of the power I’d stolen from the Veil, the First Hinge, and the Well of Memory.
Beside me, Sebastian paced like a caged storm, the Alpha’s usual poise replaced with barely leashed fury. “He’s not just your twin. He’s a weapon crafted by the Seers. He was meant to
