🔹️THORNE
Nyx settled hard against my shoulder as I broke into a run, her talons biting through leather as she shared her sight with mine. The corridors stretched and warped ahead of me, torchlight smearing into gold and shadow as my stride lengthened, my lungs burning with the cold certainty tightening around my ribs.
No.
The word reverberated in my head, pouncing off the planes of my skull.
"She would not," Umbra snarled inside me, his voice raw, scraping. "She would not do this."
The memorial hall lay ahead.
The doors were already open.
A crowd had gathered—too quiet, too tightly packed. Wolves pressed shoulder to shoulder, their scents sharp with alarm and disbelief, their murmurs low and as fragmented as my spiraling thoughts. No one turned quickly enough as I reached them. No one moved aside until my Alpha command snapped them all back with a horrible jolt.
"Part."
