★Nuel's POV★
A growl rippled through the air, guttural and wrong. It wasn't the sound of a living beast but something deeper, perhaps older. The kind that crawled under the skin and made the bones ache. I froze mid-step, my breath catching as the damp air clung to me like cobwebs. Eryndor's voice cut sharply into my thoughts again, his tone laced with a kind of panic I'd never heard before.
"Go back," he hissed. "Now."
But he didn't understand and I was sure he couldn't. He'd lost too much, his child, been betrayed too many times. His fears came from centuries of bitterness. Mine came from something far more human, the regret i didn't want to carry. I didn't want to live knowing Nuella might be out here somewhere, fighting, bleeding or even dying while I ran for my life.
