The Wolf's Game
The Maze moans, a sound of pleasure and pain all at once.
Renna gasps, the bleeding slowing, flesh knitting together. For a moment, relief floods me. Then Maeven stiffens. Her pupils dilate, her mouth opening on a silent scream.
The light in her hands shoots outward, straight into the Maze. The walls flare red. Veins writhe. And then… stillness.
Maeven collapses forward, breathing hard. Kael grabs her shoulders, shaking her gently. “Maeven. Look at me.”
Her eyes flutter open. “I can feel it,” she whispers. “The Maze. It’s inside me.”