Chapter 70

Weston

I sensed it before I even rounded the corner.

Not heard. Not seen. But felt.

The castle shuddered beneath my feet, as if centuries-old stones recognized a power long dormant. The air thickened, pressing against my lungs. Warriors froze in the hallways. Wolves bowed their heads. Even the ancient wards woven into Mooncrest’s walls trembled.

Something had awakened. Something fierce enough to shake an entire territory.

Nox was clawing at my mind: Run.

I hesitated for a heartbeat—my wolf had never sounded afraid. Not when enemies outnumbered us. Not against armies. Not even when we faced beings older than our own bloodline. But now… he was terrified.

She’s here.

My steps quickened.

Since Pittsburgh, Nox had been restless. Ever since I caught Elara before she fell and felt that impossible pulse beneath my hand—the heartbeat of my child syncing with mine—something inside me had shifted.

I’d spent months trapped behin