Selene
The fortress’s iron gates loomed behind us, their runes pulsing red like a heartbeat, sealing Veyra, Thorne, Renn, and Elara outside. Dorian’s cries echoed through the stone corridors ahead, each one a knife twisting in my chest.
“Stay close,” Draven whispered, drawing his sword, golden eyes scanning the dark. Torren flanked...