Kael’s POV

The moment the altar cracked and the voice thundered through the chamber, I knew things had changed.

Not just in the physical way, the magic humming through the cave, the stones trembling beneath our feet but in the deeper, more terrifying way.

The prophecy was real.

And it had begun.

I reached for Lola, but she was frozen, yes locked on the glowing runes that slithered across the broken altar. Her lips moved, but no sound escaped.

Her pulse was racing. I could feel it.

No.

I could hear it.

Not just like a wolf hears, but like something ancient had opened inside me, something that recognized her...