The cavern was silent.

Not empty. Not dead.

But filled with something ancient, pulsing, waiting.

Lyla stood at its center, her pulse steady as the Bloodmarked warriors rose before her.

She had woken them.

Now, they were hers.

Dani exhaled sharply. "So… we just have an army of immortal wolf-warriors now? That’s not terrifying at all."

Jorah ignored her, his golden eyes flickering. "They’re waiting for something."

Eli’s voice was low. Controlled. "They’re waiting for ...