Riven

The screams hit me before the door ever does.

High. Broken. Young.

They slice through the underground corridor and crawl under my skin like acid.

My lycan surges forward instantly.

Ours, he snarls. Our young.

“Move,” I growl, shoving past one of the warriors as we barrel down the final stretch of tunnel.

The air down here is damp and stale, thick with mold and fear. Torches flicker along stone walls carved too neatly to be natural. This wasn’t a holding room.

It was built.

Jace reaches the door first.

He doesn’t hesitate.

He kicks it in.

The iron barrier explodes inward with a deafening crash, and we storm...