Mia’s POV
The wolves were coming.
I could hear them before I saw them.
Their growls rolled across the clearing like distant thunder, growing louder with every heartbeat. Branches snapped behind us as the massive beasts burst from the forest, their glowing golden markings illuminating the darkness beneath the trees.
No one moved.
Not because we weren’t afraid.
Because we didn’t know where to go.
The ancient bridge stretched across the endless chasm before us, but it was no longer one bridge.
It had become three.
The blue path shimmered softly, almost inviting.
The silver path reflected the moonlight like polished glass.
The crimson path pulsed with an eerie light that reminded me far too much of the crystal Ironhold’s captain had crushed.
Above them floated the glowing words.
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