"Tell me that's not what I think it is," Beckett said, eyes locked on the glow rising from the southern ridge.
"It's worse," Camille answered. "It's alive."
They stood at the mouth of the hollow pass, staring down at the rolling dark hills where the second cradle had been buried in silence for decades. Now, the land breathed , visibly. The soil throbbed in faint pulses of black-gold light, like a dying heart still trying to beat.
The wolves behind them stood in a jagged half-circle, most still bloodstained from the earlier clash with the Ashmarked. They hadn't come back for rest. They hadn't been given the time.
Rhett stepped forward, snow crunching beneath his boots. "That's not just bond magic. That's an anchor."
"They're trying to open a gate," Magnolia said. Her face was pale, but her eyes were fire. "This isn't about rebellion. It's about resurrection."
