Retrieval
Sera burst into the chamber.
The doors did not open for her.
They tore loose from their hinges and slammed into the walls hard enough to split the stone.
Wind poured in behind her, violent and alive, snapping through the room like it had been waiting to be let loose.
Aerenyx came in at her right, his hand already raised as disease rolled off him in a low, invisible wave. Psycho followed on her left, ice cracking across the floor with every step he took. Caerwyn crossed the threshold last, a literal thunderstorm pressed tight to his spine, contained only by discipline.
And behind them—
Luci, the dire wolf.
It filled the doorway for half a second before slipping through, his massive shoulders brushing broken stone, and his eyes glowing low and gold. His presence bent the air around him, feral and ancient, and something that had never belonged to anyone but her.
Sera didn't slow for a second.
