(Juliana's POV)
The narrow pass led us into an open expanse surrounded by towering cliffs. The air here was heavy, thick with a strange energy that seemed to press against my skin. My wolf stirred uneasily, her presence sharp and alert in the back of my mind.
"We're close," Jaxon said, his voice a low murmur. His eyes scanned the area, searching for anything out of place.
I nodded, my grip tightening on the strap of my bag. The tension in the air felt like a storm on the horizon, the kind you could feel before it hit.
The ruins were just ahead, their broken silhouettes barely visible through the shifting mist that clung to the ground.
"This place doesn't feel right," I muttered.
"It's not supposed to," Jaxon replied, his voice grim.
As we approached the ruins, the sense of being wat
