Sebastian’s Pov
My shadow-wolves slithered along the edges of the hallway like ghosts, unseen by the frantic warriors rushing to the wrong end of the territory.
Leila’s chamber was closed now. I could feel it, her scent trailing down the stones, her fear humming like a soft current in the air. Every step closer, the pull got stronger, like fate tugging me toward her.
We rounded the final corner, and there it was: a sturdy wooden door with thick iron locks. I’d studied this door. I knew it opened inward and could be breached from the top corner if struck with just the right force. I nodded once, and two of my wolves stepped forward. No growling. No words. Just motion. One raised a black-gloved hand and slammed a metal ram into the weak joint.
CRACK.
The wood groaned and splintered. The
