**ADDISON’S POV**
The chamber pulses like a living heartbeat.
Soft at first. Then stronger. Then deeper. Each pulse sends waves of silver light rippling across the walls, climbing upward like living fire. The entire room glows with a brightness that tastes ancient on my tongue. The glow shifts every time I inhale, as if the chamber is breathing with me. The air shivers in response to my presence.
I stop at the threshold.
My chest tightens. My fingers tremble. My wolf paces beneath my skin with restless urgency, her ears alert, her tail lowered in cautious awe. She recognizes this place. She feels the pull of it more intensely than I can understand. Her heartbeat merges with mine until I cannot tell where she ends and I begin.
Silver fire curls along the walls. It pools in the cracks o
