DEVA LOREN/ LANA ALVAREZ"Mel," I grinned. I could feel her power pulsing through me."I told you I would return to you," she said.And she did."Thank you." The tears continued to fall as I wiped them. "For coming back to me. I had thought I would never have you back with me. It has been..."She completed my sentence when I failed to find the words. "Lonely? Alone? Well, not anymore. You have me, always, Lana.""What are we going to do now? The wild marrow."I’d only ever heard of wild marrow in stories, said to grow where it least expects and hope is thin. It's rare. Nearly a myth.Its stalks are dark, almost black, with leaves shaped like teardrops, edged in silver. When the light hits just right, the veins shimmer gold, like they’re pulsing with something old. Ancient. The petals, when they choose to bloom, are a soft violet, nearly translucent and pleasant to the sight.They say it doesn’t grow twice in the same place. And if you ever find it, it’s because it chose to be found. T
Last Updated : 2025-08-05 Read more