Henrietta felt weightless in his arms.
Not because she was light, but because Gideon no longer trusted his own body to feel what it carried. Especially that the person inside his arms was no other than his mate the Moon Goddess had fated with.
Blood soaked through his sleeve where her wounds pressed against him, which already healed. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. It was a fragile reminder that she had survived the monster he had forced her to become.
Around them, the corridor was unrecognizable. Stones were shattered. Torches were broken. Even craters. The lingering scent of panic and wolf blood wafted in the air.
No one spoke.
They only parted as Gideon walked through them. Each step he took echoed with what it had cost.
Kael approached from his right, his expression tight w
