The hall doors slammed open with enough force to rattle the frost from the rafters. Wind tore through the chamber like a living thing, howling as if it had found a voice it had been denied for centuries. Snow spiraled inward, coating the floor in a thin white layer that glittered like bone.
Wolves outside were not howling in battle.
They were crying out in ancestral panic.
Whatever moved beyond the threshold carried a sound that was not meant for mortal ears. It was less roar and more memory. A vibration that struck bone first, thought second. My knees weakened before I realized I was bracing against the throne’s remnants.
My transformation had woken something.
Not prophecy.
Repercussion.
Ronan shifted without a word. One heartbeat he stood as a man, breath fogging in cold air, musc
