Emily’s son, Struan, is dead. But the trees still whisper his name—Blood for the trees, they chant, thick with hunger. Desperate, drowning in grief, Emily follows the whispers deep into Black Hollow, where the earth is slick with rot and the dead don’t stay buried. Visions of the burned witch Susannah Bell promise a way to bring Struan back, but resurrection has a price—flesh, bone, blood. As Emily spills sacrifice into the soil, Struan’s voice grows wrong, twisted with something ancient and starving. By the time she realizes the truth, the trees are already reaching. Black Hollow doesn’t resurrect the dead. It feeds on them. And now, it wants her too.