Rebecca's POV
The fork I saw ahead in the path felt wrong, not dangerous.
Not immediately.
Just wrong.
I stood without motion under the dripping trees, looking at the two routes ahead, confused, while cold rainwater ran from my hair and down the back of my neck. The path to the right was through a dense forest, looking lost to the eyes to ancient pines and heavy fog, but it looked slower. Safer. The path to the left led directly through a narrow ravine between cliffs.
And every stone along that route was scarred with symbols.
The markings stretched across the rock like wounds. Deliberate wounds that were silently watching.
The Erased had been here.
Matthew stepped forward first.
"We take the ravine road." He said
His voice was the same certainty it always did.
"The direct route
