Emily Rosewood’s Point of View.
The Vault of Roots – the hour the world was finally allowed to begin again
The Hollow had never known such quiet.
After the announcement of the alliance between me and Lyss, the Heir of Chains, the wolves fell into a stunned hush that rippled through every den, hall, and rootbound corridor. Fires crackled unattended. Council stones sat empty. Even the youngest cubs, usually wild with midnight energy, lay still. All eyes—mortal, wolf, and something in-between—were now fixed on the two figures who stood beneath the oldest boughs of the First Tree.
Lyss and me. Two sides of the same prophecy. Two daughters of the Seers.
“You’ll have to tell me everything,” I said softly as we descended into the deep underhalls, our footsteps echoing like heartbeats in the
