Selene the Silver Luna
From the depths below came a rush of air that was freezing cold, smelling of ancient dust, ozone, and wet earth.
And beneath the wind came a sound.
It wasn't a roar, nor was it a voice. It was a rhythmic, scraping breathing—a massive, subterranean pulse that rattled the teeth in Selene's jaw.
"The Vanguard remains outside," Eleanor commanded, her voice cold as ice as she stepped into the darkness of the stairwell without looking back. "Only the High Alpha... and the key."
Kael looked at Selene, reaching out to clasp her wrist. "We stick together. Whatever is down there, my aura shields you first."