Azura's POV
The portal hovered in the center of the clearing, a massive, swirling tear in the fabric of our reality.
It didn't make a sound, but the air around it thrummed with a heavy, vibrational frequency that vibrated right through the soles of my boots.
Genevieve had created it before any of us arrived. She was careful like that.
She kept her secrets buried deep where no one could dig them up, refusing to let the pack see her power.
I stood a few feet back, watching the shimmering surface distort the trees on the other side of the clearing.
I had seen her perform different kinds of magic before, but the sheer scale of this gateway made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
The crunch of twigs broke the silence as the rest of the inner circle filed into the space.
Isadora stopped dead in her tracks the moment her eyes landed on the portal.
Every ounce of color drained from her face, leaving her looking like a ghost trapped in the morning mist.
