Luna Rising
Cora asked quietly.
“A layered defense,” Elaine replied. “First, concealment. Second, resistance. Third…” She glanced at me. “…deterrence.”
“Deterrence how?” I asked.
“If someone crosses this threshold with hostile intent,” she said calmly, “the earth will know.”
The temperature dipped again as she pressed both palms flat against the tunnel wall. The coven’s chant rose, harmonizing. I felt it then—not dark, not light—but rooted. Something massive shifted beneath us, like the bones of the earth were waking.