The stone door sealed behind them with a low, grinding thud.Gregory paused at the top of the staircase, swallowed by cold air that rose from the depths. Torches flickered along the walls, their flames tinted green, casting long, wavering shadows that stretched like claws.Behind him, Earic’s presence loomed solid and unwavering.“Go on,” the king urged softly. “She is waiting.”Gregory’s pulse hammered. She? Before he could ask, Earic began descending, and Gregory followed, drawn by equal parts fear and need.Each step seemed to pull him further from the Packhouse, from the sunlight outside, from everything he understood. The air grew heavier, tasting faintly of copper. Runes carved into the walls pulsed in slow rhythm—like a heartbeat.Gregory’s wolf wanted to retreat.His heart wanted answers.At the bottom of the staircase, the passage opened into a vast chamber lit by braziers of emerald flame. The air shimmered with heat and incense, thick enough to taste. Runes spiraled acros
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