Eleanora’s POV

It started with a quake.

Faint at first. Then growing. The floor of the council chamber vibrated beneath our feet. Scrolls rolled off the table. Glasses trembled and clinked. Wolves glanced at each other, stiffening, instincts on high alert.

Nova was the first to speak.

“That wasn’t natural.”

She knelt by the stone tiles and placed her palm to the floor. A whisper of energy spiraled up her arm. Her eyes flashed silver.

“There’s something beneath us.”

“The dungeons?” Lina asked, drawing closer.

Nova shook her head. “Deeper. Past even the holding cells. Something old. Buried.”

I felt it too. A hum. No, not a hum. A howl....