Chapter 73 Beneath The Beast

• The growl was low, guttural, and too deep to be human. It echoed through the lower halls of the packhouse like a thunderclap warning of an oncoming storm. Dust vibrated from the walls. Paintings tilted on their hooks. And everyone who heard it stilled.
• ‎Mason was losing control, he had asked to be moved into the dungeon after Lily and Rosy left his room.
• ‎Elara stood outside the dungeon door, her hands trembling, not from fear—but from the sheer force of the spell she was weaving.