The dungeon corridor became a frozen view of snarling tension. Theron’s massive silver wolf form blocked the shattered doorway, his breath a ragged, wet rasp that spoke of deep-seated poison and profound effort. The empty guards, their strings pulled by Cameron’s green-lit staff, halted their advance, caught between two opposing wills.
Cameron’s placid green gaze flickered from Theron to Elara, his smile never wavering. “The Alpha. The last piece falls into place. Your rage, your protective fury… such potent, chaotic energy. The ceremony below feeds on order, on silence. But to forge the bridge between our new vessel,” he nodded to Kael, “and the ancient one… we need a catalyst of pure, violent pack energy. A brother’s rage will do nicely.”
He shifted the staff. The green filaments conne
