CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: THE DEVOURER
(Solomon's POV)
Some monsters are created.
Others simply exist.
Waiting.
The Laughter Below
The sound echoed through the abyss.
Not loud.
Not violent.
Worse.
Amused.
The mountain trembled beneath our feet as the laughter rolled upward through the darkness.
Every instinct inside me screamed.
Run.
Fight.
Hide.
None of them felt right.
Because whatever waited below wasn't something my wolf understood.
It wasn't prey.
It wasn't predator.
It was something older.
Something that existed before those concepts mattered.
Beside me, Mirabel tried to push herself upright.
Immediately she nearly collapsed.
I caught her.
"Don't."
Her jaw tightened.
"We don't have time."
"No," I growled. "You don't."
The silver glow around her flickered weak
