Petal's POV

The tunnel felt endless.

The air was damp and heavy, and every breath burned like I was swallowing smoke. I could still hear the chaos we’d left behind the roar of wolves, the clash of metal, the distant, broken howl of Kanaan’s fury echoing through the dark like a curse that refused to die.

“Aslaan,” I rasped, stumbling over a rock. My legs were trembling so hard I couldn’t tell if they still obeyed me or not. “They’re gaining—”

“I know.” His voice came ...