Todos los capítulos de THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

​Elena’s POV​The cold was the first thing that hit me. It wasn't just cold; it was a physical weight that crushed the breath from my lungs. The water was a chaotic monster, pulling me down, spinning me in circles, slamming my body against hidden rocks.​In my old life, I would have drowned in seconds. But the Thorne blood wouldn't let me die.​I felt my lungs burning, but my body refused to give up. Every time I hit a rock, I felt a dull thud instead of the shattering of bones. I used my hands to paddle, fighting the current just enough to keep my head above the surface.​The river was a dark tunnel of noise and motion. I saw the moon flickering through the trees above the banks, a distant, uncaring eye. I thought of my father. I thought of the small apartment we used to share, and the way he used to tell me stories about the stars. He never told me the stars were cold.​I don't know how long I was in the water. Time had no meaning in the dark. I felt the current slowing down as the

The Below did not have mornings. There was no sunrise to wake the sleeping or birds to signal a new day. Instead, there was the "Shift." The air would grow slightly cooler as the city above turned off its heavy machinery, and the distant hum of the subway lines would change from a roar to a low, rhythmic thrum. That was when the Exiles began their work.​I woke up on my thin cot, my skin tingling with a strange, electric energy. The heat in my stomach was no longer a spark; it was a steady flame. I sat up and looked at my hands. In the dim, blue light of the cavern, they seemed to glow. Not like a lamp, but like a piece of metal that had been pulled from a fire—a deep, translucent violet that pulsed with my heartbeat.​"It is time," Martha’s voice came from the shadows.​She was standing at the entrance to my small curtained area. She was holding a bowl of thick, dark broth that smelled of earth and bitter herbs. She handed it to me, her gold eyes watching me with a mixture of pity an

Elena’s POV​The journey deeper into the earth felt like descending into a dream. We left the rusted pipes and concrete walls of the subway behind, entering a world that predated the city above. The air here was no longer stale; it was filtered through layers of limestone and ancient earth, carrying the scent of cold water and stone.​"We are close," Martha whispered. Her voice echoed softly, bouncing off walls that were no longer flat. The tunnels here were natural, worn smooth by an underground river that had long since changed its path.​Then, we turned a final corner, and I stopped breathing.​The Sunken Cathedral was not a building made by men, though men had once tried to claim it. It was a massive cavern where the ceiling had partially collapsed centuries ago, creating a natural skylight hundreds of feet above. Because it was night, I could see a circle of stars framed by jagged rock. A single beam of moonlight fell straight down, hitting a pool of perfectly still water in the

Elena’s POV​The walk out of the tunnels felt like walking out of a grave. For days, I had lived in the dark, smelling damp stone and old secrets. But as Alaric and I climbed the final set of stairs toward the industrial district, the air changed. It was cold, sharp, and smelled like the city—smoke, rubber, and the coming morning.​We reached the heavy iron grate at the top. This was the same place where the old woman had first led me into the dark. Alaric reached out. He didn't use a key. He just touched the rusted metal. With his new power, the iron didn't just break; it seemed to melt away, making a path for us.​We stepped out onto the cracked concrete of the old warehouse district.​The sun was just beginning to peek over the edge of the Thorne Tower in the distance. The sky was a bruised purple and orange. But the beauty of the sunrise was ruined by the sight in front of us.​A small army was waiting.​There were ten black armored vehicles parked in a circle around the warehouse

Alaric’s POV​The cellar smelled of salt and dried fish. It was cold, but for me, it felt like an oven. My blood felt like it was boiling. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of the First Mother. I saw the green valley Iara had shown us, but in my vision, the valley was on fire.​"He’s getting worse," I heard Elena say.​She was sitting next to me on a pile of old blankets. She was holding a cold cloth to my forehead, but the water turned to steam the moment it touched my skin.​"The light is too strong, Mary," Elena said. "It’s trying to erase the Thorne blood entirely. But he needs that blood to live. He’s a Thorne. You can't turn a wolf into a lamb overnight without killing the wolf."​I opened my eyes. The room was spinning. "Elena..."​"I'm here," she said, her voice soft and steady.​"The baby," I whispered. "Is it... is it safe?"​Elena put my hand on her stomach. "The baby is the only thing keeping me steady. It’s like a bridge between us, Alaric. It’s taking the extra