Chapter 185

Lucas’s POV

Healer’s Chamber.

There are maps , spell scrolls, and shattered relics littered on the table in the room, but none of it mattered. Everyone’s focus was on the flickering portal in the center of the chamber, the one that connected us to the collapsing realm where Sienna still fought for her life.

My chest tightened. I clenched my fists and looked at Kieran.

He stood beside the ritual circle, hands buried in his hair, eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion and worry. The Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack, usually unshakable, looked utterly broken. His jaw was tight, and the mark on his neck glowed faintly, the bond with Sienna straining under whatever agony she was enduring inside that realm.

Madam Tessa and Elder Maeron stood nearby, silent. No one dared speak.