Lyra pushed herself to her feet, her breath coming in quick bursts as she clutched her pounding chest. The whispers of the Shadow Mother still echoed in her mind, twisting and curling like tendrils of smoke she couldn't shake off.
"She knows something about me," Lyra said, her voice hoarse but firm.
Kael's gaze snapped to her, his golden eyes darkening. "What do you mean?"
"She said I was born of the curse. That they feared me." Lyra clenched her fists. "I think… she knows why I don't have a wolf."
"What if she have the artifact?" Gina asked.
They looked all looked at Gina with a tense look, but before anyone could say more, a low, guttural growl rumbled through the ruins.
The cursed ones.
A dozen shadowed figures emerged from the darkness, their forms twisted and unnatural, their eyes glowing like embers in the night.
