SCARLETT
The boom that rolled across the night did not fade.
It deepened, a pulse that seemed to come from the bones of the earth itself. The snow on the parapets shivered, sliding from the stone in soft cascades. Wolves in the lower courtyard howled as one, their voices a single, rising wail.
Kael’s fire flared instinctively, a low corona of heat around him. Darius’s lightning hissed across the edges of his storm-grey eyes. Lucien, shadow-slick and silent, merely tilted his head toward the mountains as if listening to an old, familiar song.
“It’s opening again,” Darius said.
“No,” Lucien corrected, voice a low purr. “It never closed.”
The Call
The triune mark along my spine seared with sudden heat.
I staggered. Kael caught my arm before I could fall.
“Scarlett?” His voice was sh
