Matteo
The heavy iron door hadn't just disintegrated; it had been unmade, reduced to a fine red silt that coated the floor of the service tunnel. My father—or the thing wearing his face—loomed in the doorway, but before his fingers could close around Aveline, the mountain let out a shuddering roar.
A fresh wave of debris separated us, a massive slab of granite slamming down between the Architect and my mate.
"Aveline!" I roared, clawing at the stone.
"Go, Matteo!" her voice echoed, muffled but sharp with Guardian authority. "I can handle the Source! Find the bomber! If the surface charges aren't neutralized, this whole mountain becomes a tomb before the ritual even finishes!"
I hesitated for a heartbeat, my wolf screaming to stay and protect her, but the Alpha in me knew she was right
