LYRA

The Hollowed blocked the tunnel.

Massive.

Silent now.

Its silver eyes glowed through the dust-filled darkness while black liquid dripped steadily from the jagged claws scraping against the stone floor.

Every instinct inside me screamed predator.

Not wolf.

Not alive.

Wrong.

Lucian stepped slightly forward, claws extended, shoulders tense beneath the falling debris shaking loose around us.

The tunnel behind the creature trembled violently with distant roars echoing from the lower ...