Midnight Crown
“This alliance holds. The Pack stands down. The Well is safe.”
Dom stood a step behind her, close enough that his presence burned into her spine. His gaze swept the corridor, calculating threats, every muscle ready. He was the only thing in this city that didn’t tremble.
Then it happened.
A tremor—a true quake—rolled through the underground, sudden as a slap. Alarms blared. Dust sifted from the ceiling. Rail lines screeched. Wolves froze, mid-motion, every sense straining. Soldiers swore, hands flying to guns. Even the Widow stumbled, composure fracturing.