WILDER GIRLS x THE DEVOURING GRAY
Sixteen-year-old Wren never questions the magic of her family farm—famous for its miraculous, rainbow-hued wheat—not until a black blight slithers up from the soil. Now, people are disappearing into the woods, coming back feral with rotting bodies. Wren's own parents are missing, and she's coughing black mold. As a dark whisper beckons from the forest, Wren must team up with her boy-next-door ex to stop the blight, even if that means losing everything she holds dear—including her mind.
So, it had finally come to kill us, too.
The sickest part was, I’d started to believe we were invincible—that the miracle of our farm might protect us. I’d seen Rainbow Fields survive crackling lightning, hail, devouring armyworms, eyespot fungus. Whatever came from sky or earth, the field behind our house still swayed with towering wheat, each vibrant wave like a stripe of the rainbow: crimson, orange, yellow, all the way to my twilight-blazed favorite—hot, violent violet.
My whole life, the wheat lulled me to sleep through my bedroom window with its whispering rustles, sweeter than any lullaby. Or at least any my mom knew.
My whole life, until now. When I realized even rainbows could rot.
I stood before the violet stalks, their heads bowed in a broken sigh. Sickly black mercury crept from their roots, wound up their bodies, and dripped from their tips. So far, only six plants had fallen victim. The ones at the back of the field, closest to the shivering forest.
The rot in those woods had slithered toward us for months. Every day, noxious quicksilver devoured more of our neighbors’ crops. Every night, grim white eyes rose like restless stars, watching us from behind the silver-slicked trees.
And no one knew the worst part: it was all my fault.