The morning came cold. The air was chilly and the wind howled across the valley, tossing dust and debris in the air. Serakha laid down restless beside the fire, her eyelids were still heavy from the vision the Stone Root had shared with her. Her hands hurt her as though they held the weight of a thousand years.
She stood up slowly, feeling dizzy as the earth looked fuzzy beneath her feet. The Onyx Wolf raised its head, ears on alert as it watched her closely. He could sense that something had changed.
Arden had already woken up, his eyes scanned the ruins. Lucian sat near the fire, sharpening his blade. He stared into a space as his thoughts ran wild.
