KIERAN’S POV
Nightfang had always been full of secrets—passageways behind walls, rooms sealed for decades, archives even Alphas rarely opened. A pack this old couldn’t exist without layers buried beneath it.
Still, as the hidden door sealed behind us and the stone swallowed the last spill of lamplight from the study above, I realized with a faint jolt of unease just how deep those secrets truly reached.
The stairway curved downward in a slow spiral, the air cooling with each step. Embedded lights glimmered faintly along the walls, runes worked into the stone itself, glowing with amber warmth and shadows that stretched and danced as we descended.
My father led the way, one hand brushing the wall as if following a memory rather than a path.
Sera walked just ahead of me, her hand still in mine. Her fingers, warm and steady, no longer trembled.
