The black stone door towered above us, rising from the floor of the drained lake like a monolith carved from the bones of the earth. It gleamed faintly under the torchlight, absorbing most of the glow instead of reflecting it. The symbols carved across its surface twisted in patterns that made my vision blur. Each line bent in on itself, forming shapes that shifted if I stared too long.
No wolf rune resembled anything like this.
No pack history mentioned anything like this.
The sight of it made my skin crawl.
Ryn stepped ahead with his torch held high. "That is not natural stone."
Soren shook his head slowly. "Nothing about this place is natural."
Kael crouched near the bottom edge where the water had pooled seconds before. He brushed dust away to reveal a cluster of symbols clustere
