The eastern tower stairwell swallowed sound. Each step the triplets took downward rang hollow against ancient stone, boots striking in perfect, predatory unison. The bond between them thrummed like a plucked string. Seren's terror, a bright, jagged note that pulled them faster, deeper, toward the dungeon levels.
Another scream tore upward from below.
Seren's voice. Raw, furious, cut short too soon.
Aeron's wolf ripped at the inside of his skin. Gold flared across his irises; claws punched through fingertips and retracted again in the same heartbeat. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. Kael and Theron felt it through the bond the same way he did: she was fighting, she was bleeding, she was still alive.
They hit the dungeon landing at a dead run.
