Kael’s scream didn’t sound like his voice.
It wasn’t just pain.
It was something older.
Something ancient.
I jumped up, and the tie between us burned white-hot as his panic shot through it like lightning.
I couldn't breathe for a second. Then the sound came again—raw, animalistic. It echoed through the stone corridors, turning every torch flame to ice.
“Kael!” I shouted, throwing on my cloak.
He didn’t answer.
Another scream followed—this time deeper, distorted. It didn’t sound entirely human.
I ran.
Through the tunnels. Without shoes. The cold stone hurt my feet, but I kept going. Wolves moved about me, their ears pulled back and howling softly in uncertainty.
A blur rushed toward me from the side. Dren. Sword in hand.
“I heard it,” he said, breathless. “He’s down in the ea
