VANESSA'S POV
The roar that shook the cavern wasn't just sound; it was a physical force. It was the fury of a shattered bond reforged, the promise of vengeance given voice. It was Adrien.
Every head in the chamber snapped toward the archway. The cultists, who had been advancing on me with grim determination, froze, their faces etched with a new, primal fear. The leader's triumphant smirk vanished, replaced by a snarl of frustration.
In the dim, flickering torchlight, shadows erupted from the tunnel entrance. They weren't shadows. They were wolves. Eclipse Pack warriors, led by a massive, jet-black wolf with eyes burning like blue fire. Adrien.
He moved with a terrifying, beautiful lethality. He didn't fight the cultists; he dismantled them. A snap of his powerful jaws broke an arm. A s
