Rosalia
The cavern of the pack’s heart collapses around us, its runes screaming as Isabella’s single, glowing rune pulses with her voice, “Rosalia, I’m here,” a beacon that shatters my heart with hope and dread. I’m tethered to this place, my glow faint, my body trembling as I hold the pack’s heart together, its faces my pack watching with eyes full of love and pain.
Angelo’s hand grips mine, his blood seeping into the glowing plain, his eyes fierce with determination despite his fading strength. Elena’s glow surges, her confession that she knew about the pack’s heart and her offer to sacrifice herself to break my tether burning in my chest like a wound.
Andre stands with us, his glow syncing with mine, his vow to help laced with the shadow of his past betrayal. The chanters’ glows fl
