Rowan’s POV
Using the mind link, I summoned my brothers, urgency lacing every word. They were by my side less than five minutes after I arrived back at the palace, their eyes sharp with concern.
Ansel was the first to speak, stepping closer. “What’s wrong, Rowan?”
I dragged a hand through my hair, still catching my breath. “Something is wrong. There’s a section of the forest that’s… dead.”
They exchanged glances, confusion written across their faces.
“Dead how?” Asher asked, folding his arms.
“I mean devoid of life. No sound, no scent of animals, nothing. The ground is blackened, and the trees are rotting from the inside out.” I shook my head, the image burned into my mind. “It felt… wrong.”
Ansel frowned, rubbing his jaw. “That’s odd. We haven’t had any fires, and if it were a si
