The Last Gate
Diana’s POV
Emeric’s body lay crumpled between the standing stones.
Smoke curled from his coat his hands twitching in the red tinted grass. The runes etched around the ritual site had stopped glowing. My mark no longer burned.
But I knew it wasn’t over.
I could feel something deep, something wrong, still humming beneath the earth.
Cameron stood beside me, one hand gripping my waist like if he let go, I’d be pulled under. Gina knelt near Emeric's dagger, drawn, breath steady.
“He’s still alive,” she said. “Barely.”
“Then let’s finish it ” Cameron snapped.
I reached forward.
“Wait.”
Because beneath the crackling energy of my bond, I felt something else.
The child.
Shifting.
Flaring.
Not in fear… but in warning.
And then I heard it.
A whisper.
“The blood has al
