INICIAR SESIÓN“Show yourself!” Kael roared.The reflection rippled, but Lyra did not appear. Her voice travelled through the chamber as if the stones themselves had learned to speak.“You still believe this is a battle you can win with strength, Kael. That has always been your weakness.”Kael’s claws scraped against the stone. Aria reached for his hand—not to calm his anger for Lyra’s sake, but to remind him that she was beside him. He looked at her, and the fury in his eyes steadied.Brenna lifted the vial from the open iron box without touching the ash directly. The broken ring lay beside it, its cracked stone pulsing faintly.“The anchor is exposed,” she said, “but the vow beneath it is still intact. The ring was used to distort the promise. The ash keeps the door awake. We can stop the anchor from feeding the passage, but only the person the first vow recognises can close the door.”Aria looked at the inscription carved into the wall. The words were almost hidden beneath salt and mineral stains
The water struck the chamber hard enough to knock Aria against the stone wall.Kael caught her before she fell. Behind them, the passage they had crossed groaned beneath the pressure of the rising tide. Black water spilled over the steps, carrying grey ash and fragments of stone.“Cassian!” Aria shouted.Her voice vanished beneath the roar.“He’s below us,” Brenna said. The black line on her wrist had spread almost to her palm. “Lyra is keeping the passage open through the anchor. If the water reaches the upper chamber, we may lose the way back.”“Then we find the anchor and shut it down,” Kael replied.A growl rolled from the stairwell. Elias raised his blade, and the guards behind him moved to form a line.“Wait,” Brenna warned. “That thing wants us to attack. The old magic feeds on fear and violence. If we charge blindly, we may give it exactly what it needs.”Aria could barely listen. All she could think about was Cassian alone in the dark, frightened and waiting for her. Every in
The black line beneath Brenna’s skin pulsed once, then disappeared beneath her sleeve. She clutched her wrist as if she could hold the darkness in place by force. Aria stepped toward her, but Brenna recoiled with a sharp breath.“Don’t touch it,” she warned. “I don’t know what it will do if it recognises another person’s blood.”Kael’s expression hardened. “You are not going into the passage until we understand what that mark is.”“If we waste time, Cassian pays for it,” Brenna replied. Her voice trembled, but she held his gaze. “Lyra has bound me to the same magic she is using on him. I may be able to follow the tether from the inside.”“Or she may be using you to lead us into another trap,” Aria said.Brenna did not argue. “That is possible. Which is why you should not trust me blindly. Watch what I do, and stop me if I turn against you.”It was not a comforting offer, but it was honest. Aria had begun to understand that honesty was sometimes the only thing standing between fear and
No one moved at first. The laugh drifted down the corridor and disappeared, leaving behind a silence so complete that Aria could hear the blood rushing in her ears. She stepped toward the door, but Kael raised one hand—not to stop her, only to signal the guards to hold position.“It is another echo,” Brenna said, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her. “Lyra is using the house to make us hear what we fear most.”“Then tell us why she has your pendant,” Aria replied.Brenna stared at the silver chain on the table. “Because I made a mistake long before either of you came here.”Kael dismissed the guards and shut the door. “Start at the beginning.”Brenna sat down slowly. For years, she had been the pack’s quiet keeper of old rites, the woman who remembered forgotten names and could explain why certain stones were never to be moved. Aria had trusted her because she had treated Cassian with patience and never looked at him as if his power made him a threat. Now fear had carved lines
Aria pressed both palms against the basin. The stone was cold enough to sting, but she could feel Cassian on the other side, a faint warmth buried beneath the unnatural chill. “Listen to me, baby. Look at me, not at her. You have done nothing wrong.”Cassian’s lower lip trembled. “I tried to be brave.”“You are brave. Brave doesn’t mean you’re not scared. It means you keep listening to the people who love you, even when someone is trying to confuse you.”Lyra’s smile sharpened. “Such a beautiful little speech. You have always been good at making him feel safe, Aria. It is a pity you cannot make him powerful enough to survive what is coming.”Kael stepped toward the basin. The air shifted with his Alpha presence, making the carved symbols glimmer. “Release my son.”“Your son?” Lyra tilted her head. “You learned the word rather late, didn’t you, Kael? You were absent for his first fever, his first steps, the first time he asked why other children had fathers who came home. You cannot si
The words on the parchment seemed to darken as Aria stared at them. The heir comes willingly, or the Luna comes to collect what remains. Lyra had not simply taken Cassian. She had arranged the abduction like a choice and expected Aria to destroy herself trying to make the right one.“She wants me to go alone,” Aria said. Her voice sounded strangely steady, even to her own ears. “She wants me frightened enough to follow the trail she leaves without thinking about what she might be waiting for.”Kael folded the parchment with controlled precision, but the muscles in his jaw were tight enough to ache. “Then she will be disappointed. Nobody goes anywhere alone.”“And if she threatens to hurt him unless I come?” Aria asked. “You cannot order me to stay behind while my son is in her hands.”“I would never ask you to do that.” He met her gaze. “But I will not let you walk into a trap without a plan. Cassian needs both of us alive.”It was the right answer, and somehow that made the fear wors







