The estate trembled above the ground.
As the stone cracked and silver light poured through like veins of molten fire, wolves stumbled in the courtyard. Fear, fur, and ozone filled the air.
With her claws digging into the stone, Mira braced herself against the wall. "The ground is tearing itself to pieces!"
Elid fell to his knees and chanted prayers that sounded older than words, his voice hoarse. His eyes blazed with wonder and fear. "The Cradle has been awakened." Gods pardon us, they’ve broken it.”
With furious eyes and bristling fur, Kalen pushed through the pack. "No, this isn’t the Cradle. This is her. She's doing it!”
With a roar, the wolves' panic turned to mayhem. A few attempted to run in the direction of the gates. Others growled, prepared to turn on each other, on anyon
