The Roots That Bowed The glowing roots crawled slowly across the stone floor. No one moved. No one breathed. Hundreds of eyes watched as thick, silver-lit roots emerged from the cracks in the fortress, twisting and weaving through the stone as if it were soft soil. They moved toward Aria. The wolves around her instinctively stepped back. Fear spread through the hall like wildfire. Aria stood frozen. A voice echoed in her mind. Find me. The words felt ancient. Older than the Moon. Older than the packs. Older than anything she had ever known. Then the roots stopped. They hovered directly in front of her. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then they lowered. Like subjects bowing to a queen. A gasp swept through the hall. Several wolves immediately dropped to their knees. Others stared in horrified disbelief. Rowan stepped closer to Aria, despite the pain etched on his face. "What in the Moon's name is happening?" he whispered. Aria swal
Read more
LOGIN
