Chapter 94 The Hollow Crossroads

The wind howled like a grieving mother as the pack stood on the cliff’s edge, staring into the swirling mists of the Hollow Crossroads. Beneath them, a chasm split the earth—an abyss of roiling darkness and glowing veins of red. The entrance to the place where the veil between life and death wore thin. Aria held Dominic’s hand tightly. The Ember mark on her palm still pulsed from the vision she’d received in the Flame Temple, a reminder of the choice she hadn’t yet understood—but would soon have to make.