The scream tore through the chamber like a blade.
It wasn’t rage.
It wasn’t pain.
It was hunger.
The Guardian rose to its full height, its massive form radiating fury as the wrong-moonlight poured through the* in the ceiling. The silver veins in the walls flared violently, reacting as if the sanctuary itself recoiled.
“They have done the unforgivable,” the Guardian growled.
Ronan tightened his grip on my hand. “Tell me that thing isn’t meant for you.”
The Guardian’s many eyes slid toward me.
“Everything they unchain eventually is.”
The ground shook again—harder this time.
Stone shattered overhead as something enormous forced its way through the fracture. Chunks of moonstone rained down, exploding against the floor.
Then it emerged.
I had no word for it.
It wore the shape of a
