The runes still pulsed faintly on the tree trunks, glowing like veins of molten shadow. Killian’s face was carved from granite as he traced the markings with one hand.
“This was done recently,” he said grimly. “Hours ago, maybe less. Whoever did this is close.”
Aria swallowed, her wolf pacing under her skin. The whisper from moments ago still echoed in her head — little key… open the door.
Her chest tightened. “Killian… if they’re right — if I’m really the key — then this is my fault. Again.”
Killian turned, his golden eyes catching the moonlight. “Stop.” The word came out low, dangerous. “This is not your fault. They came for you because you’re the only thing they fear. That means you’re the one thing that can stop them.”
She wanted to believe him, but the chill down her spine said o
