Chapter 30 The Cradle's Hesrt

Morgan POV The cavern mouth yawns before us, a black maw pulsing with green light, its thorny symbols writhing like living scars on the stone. The hum is deafening now, a vibration that rattles my bones, shakes my soul, and Fynn’s trembling beside me, her hand clutched in mine, her face pale but set with a fire I’ve never seen—not shadows, not power, just her, raw and defiant. The betrayal of Gavyn—or whatever he’s become—burns in my gut, a wound deeper than the blood seeping from my side, but there’s no time for rage, no time for anything but this moment, this fight, the cradle’s call dragging us in.