The growl behind her was low and guttural—too deep to be Kael’s, too ancient to belong to any wolf Seren had known.
Still trembling from the blast, blood trickling down her temple, Seren slowly pushed herself upright, the warm feather clutched tightly in her hand. Her eyes darted around the shattered remains of the Seer’s temple. Columns had fallen. The sacred runes on the walls had burned black. The violet fissure in the earth still pulsed like a heartbeat.
But Kael was gone.
She could still feel a sliver of his bond—faint, like a heartbeat underwater—but it flickered in and out, distant and unstable. Her wolf whimpered in her chest, claws scratching at her insides, desperate to find him.
Then the growl came again.
Closer this time.
Seren turned.
A shadow unfurled from the broken a
