The cavern swallowed us whole.
Not with darkness, but with light.
Silver light.
It pulsed beneath our feet in long, glowing veins that threaded across the stone floor like the living roots of some ancient tree. Except they were not roots. Not anything born from soil. They radiated warmth and cold at the same time, creating a strange harmony that prickled across my skin.
Talon slowed beside me, wolf form shifting back just enough for his eyes to widen. “What is this place.”
The girl stepped forward slowly, almost reverently, and placed her small hand over one of the nearest glowing lines. “These are memory roots,” she whispered. “The veins of our past. The remnants of what we were.”
Her voice trembled. The silver light beneath her palm rose like a soft breath.
Kael lifted his torch h
