The roots came from everywhere, from the soil, from the trees themselves, and he suspected that some of the roots even came from the shadows between.
It was almost as if these roots were not parts of these trees, but were parasitic creatures who used the trees to hide their true nature.
They wrapped around wolf legs, wolf bodies, and wolf throats.
Squeals of surprise emerged from the pack as they tried to scatter, but it was too late. Half were already dragged underground, their howls cut short.
The Alpha survived. It was faster than the others and smarter. It dodged the first wave of roots, then the second, then the third, its eyes never leaving Elias.
It cornered Elias against the edge of the still lake, its eyes burning with hatred and hunger, as its runes blazed.
