AYLA'S POV
The mountain groaned the moment the Crown settled on my head.
The silver light pulsing from its runes lit the entire cavern, reflecting off jagged ice and frozen stone. My wolf stood tall within me, fur bristling with power and instinct, but the triumph barely lasted a breath.
A deep crack split the floor. Ice rained from the ceiling, and the walls shuddered like the whole mountain had taken a breath and now meant to swallow us whole.
Kael's black wolf pressed against my side, his golden eyes sharp and fierce. "He knows," his voice growled through the tether, hot and steady. "He felt you took it."
"Then he's coming," I answered, silver fire curling along my fur. "We have to get out—now."
Rylan's voice echoed through the trembling cavern. "Move! Before this whole place buries us!"
