The mountain groaned under the weight of treachery.
Ivy pressed a hand against the cold stone wall, her lungs burning as smoke filled the sacred halls. Screams echoed through the council chambers behind her—wolves howling, magic cracking, and the thunder of collapsing stone.
Kael’s black wolf form leapt through a wall of fire, scattering embers with a snarl. He shifted mid-air and landed in front of Ivy in human form, eyes wild, bleeding from a gash across his chest.
“They’re everywhere,” he panted. “Rogues got through the wards—Darius must’ve dismantled the protection spells before the meeting.”
“He’s been planning this,” Ember growled. “From inside the Council. How many more traitors are there?”
A loud crash answered her question. Part of the ceiling caved in down the corridor. From
