"Bring me the Guardian."
The voice echoed through the chamber.
Damian was dragged another step toward the prison.
Kael held onto him with both hands, his boots scraping against the stone.
"Lyra!"
I ran toward them.
The silver thread wrapped around Damian's arm tightened.
He cried out.
"Don't touch it!"
"I have to!"
"No!"
His eyes met mine.
For the first time since I'd known Damian, there was no Alpha in his expression.
Only fear.
Not for himself.
For me.
The Moon Goddess stood behind the broken seal, watching us.
"Lyra, listen to me."
I looked at her.
"What?"
"The bond is the key."
"I know."
"If you restore it, the prison will open."
My heart stopped.
"And if I destroy it?"
The Goddess hesitated.
"Then the key will be lost."
"Can the prison stay sealed?"
"Yes."
