Chapter 50 Beneath The Skin

The rain came back quiet, relentless, and heavy with ash. It swept over what was left of Ravencall as if heaven itself were weeping. But the dead slept no more peacefully here. The earth was stirred. Something thrummed below it. Something old. Something that recalled. Selene's fingers touched the rim of the runic tablet Damien had returned with. The stone vibrated softly with lingering power, the sort of magic older than blood bonds or moon ritual. Older than werewolves. Older than vampires. It resonated within her, calling to her as a second pulse.