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The Sigil

Penulis: Armisteads
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-09 05:00:00

(Selene’s POV)

The glowing sigil pulsed beneath the stone floor like a heartbeat.

Mine. It…it felt like mine.

I don’t know how or why it felt like it…but…I can feel it.

Gabriel crouched beside it, his eyes darting over the markings. “This wasn’t triggered from outside.”

Oragon added grimly, “It woke from within.”

Fenrir stepped closer to me, his presence firm and unshakable. “Selene didn’t activate anything. She hasn’t touched this place.”

Gabriel nodded. “That’s exactly the problem.”

The sigil glowed brighter.

A low hum filled the room, vibrating through the walls. My breath hitched. I felt it under my skin—like something inside me was answering it. Pulling toward it.

Calling back.

I backed away quickly. “No—no, stop. I don’t want this. I’m not doing anything!”

Fenrir immediately moved in front of me, blocking the sigil from view.

“Look at me,” he said firmly. “Ignor
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