Rayna’s POV
The tremor faded as quickly as it had come, but its echo lingered in the marrow of my bones. Wolves shifted uneasily, hackles raised, gazes snapping to the horizon as if expecting the forest itself to split open.
“What was that?” Damon’s voice was low, edged with the kind of danger that came only when his wolf strained for blood.
Wendrah’s golden eyes gleamed faintly in the half-light. “Not yet a storm… but the whisper of one. When new roots pierce the earth, the old things buried there… stir.”
Her words crawled cold down my spine. “Do you mean it’s a threat?”
“Not today,” she said, her tone careful. “But nothing rises without drawing shadows to it. The kingdom you’ve called back into being-” her gaze swept across the shining streets, the new homes, the temple’s silver spi
