Chapter 190

*Elora*

The rune on Rowan’s shoulder hadn’t faded.

It pulsed.

Faint but steady, like a heartbeat not quite in rhythm with his own.

None of us knew what to do. Valerius had spoken the word “Triad” with a gravity that left silence in its wake. No more theories. No more soft guesses about power and prophecy. This was real. The rune was real. The bond it created between me, Kaelen, and Rowan was real.