Chapter 120: Warmth of Love

The cavern echoed with Hera's shallow breaths, each one a fragile testament to her defiance against the shadows.

Davien cradled her close, the warmth of his alpha blood a stark contrast to the chill creeping through her veins. He had tasted death on her lips, a bitter reminder of how easily their triumph could have turned into ashes.

Hera's gaze, once bright with the Wellspring's magic, now held a flicker of fear. The jagged shard of crystal, now exposed in the moonlight, cast an ominous shadow across her face. It stood as a grim reminder of their vulnerability, a constant whisper that their victory was incomplete.

"The guardians," Hera rasped, her voice weak but resolute. "They knew."

Davien gritted his teeth. The Wellspring had whispered promises of purity and healing, but it had also laid bare the depths of their enemy's cunning. The guardians, shrouded in myth and legend, had orchestrated their every step, using their desperation as a weapon.

A surge of anger pulsed through him,