Chapter 32
The scream of the psychic alarm was a silent, high-pitched shriek in Aria’s mind, a wave of pure magical force that left her staggering, her teeth rattling. Every shadow-sensitive being in the tunnel felt it. The werewolves let out low, pained whines, their paws scraping at the stone floor. Kael stiffened, his hand flying to the hilt of his sword, his vampiric senses overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught. Only the trolls seemed unaffected, their connection to the deep, slow earth shielding them from the ethereal assault. “A warden’s cry,” Grokk rumbled, his deep voice a grounding force in the chaos. “The Keep knows its roots are disturbed. The way ahead is no longer a secret.” “How long do we have?” Kael demanded, his face pale as he fought to master the psychic noise. Fenris, the silver-
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