The voices came again, from deep in the building. I strained to listen. When I couldn’t make out words, I let out a mental curse, and Brenin’s head jerked up, startled. His one paw slid over the edge. He scrabbled to get his balance. A crack, as a floorboard gave way. His other front paw slid and then he fell, tumbling through. He didn’t flail, didn’t panic, just let out a snarl of annoyance before landing on solid ground, his legs bent to absorb the impact.

I’m sorry, I said. I’m really—

Brenin cut me short with a grunt, further annoyance, and I whispered another apology, but Ioan said, He’s fine. Angry with himself for being startled and then for tumbling. But he’s all right. A hound can take more damage than your human canines. And he’s quite capable of finding his way out of this predicament.

Brenin chuffed in response. As he looked around, at first I saw only blackness. Then he blinked a few times, and with each blink the scene lightened, as if his receptors could use any pinprick of light.

We stood in a room. Seeing rough-hewn wooden walls, I couldn’t suppress a mental shiver, my mind flying back to the vision of the cabin, Gabriel and I racing to shut it up against the melltithiwyd.

Brenin’s gaze swung up to the hole in the ceiling. He circled and then hunkered down, muscles bunching, seeming to consider the likelihood he could reach the floor above.

I kept trying to see more of the room, until Ioan said, Brenin? Pause here, please. Liv would like to take a look around before you go.

No, I said. We aren’t here to sightsee. I’m bad for that.

You aren’t sightseeing. You sense something. Brenin? Look, please.

Brenin had already risen from his crouch and was walking to the wall. He sniffed at it. Old wood, rotting and ripe with some smell I couldn’t quite catch. He did catch it, backing up quickly before turning away. Another wall zipped past as he swung his head. A wall like the first but—

Brenin stopped. There was something on this wall. Dark marks against that dark and rotted wood. He moved closer. Sniffed. Ioan gave a low Hmmm.

What is it? I asked.

Brenin backed away, and those marks came clear. It was writing on the wood. Three words, written over and over.

Beware the darkness.

I stiffened. Brenin gave a questioning grunt, and Ioan said, No, as much as I might like to leave it at that, I don’t think we can. Liv? Please prepare yourself. Brenin was attempting to shield you from something, but I’m going to ask him to turn around now.