The three knocks came again.
Slow.
Deliberate.
From directly beneath my feet.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
No one breathed.
The tunnel had fallen completely silent. Even the wolves around us stood frozen, their ears pinned back, every instinct screaming that something ancient had just found us.
My wrist burned.
Not the steady ache I'd grown used to.
This was different.
The black line running up my arm pulsed beneath my skin like a living vein.
"It's here," I whispered.
Draven stepped in front of me instantly.
"No one moves."
His voice echoed through the tunnel.
Mara drew her blade.
Voss crouched beside one of the cracks spreading through the stone floor, his fingers brushing the jagged edge.
He jerked his hand back immediately.
"It's warm."
"It was warm before," Mara said.
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