LYRA

Fenrir’s howl ripped through the mountain like a warning from hell itself.

The sound vibrated through the collapsing tunnels, ancient and furious, followed immediately by another deafening roar from the Hollowed somewhere beneath the ruins behind us.

Still alive.

Of course it was.

Lucian didn’t slow.

“Move faster.”

“I’m trying,” Orion wheezed.

The tunnels shook violently around us as we pushed upward through narrow stone corridors barely wide enough to pass through. Dust ...