(Amaia)
Desperately I want to cling to Alnilam, let his strong arms comfort me. Both of us hold ourselves back, knowing they are watching our every move. The more they believe we are close the more they will try to hurt us.
The rage that is coursing through me thinking about what my brother said is making my body shake.
Alnilam has promised to help me find my brother, and we won't leave him behind.
There is something different about Alnilam. His magic I can't sense, maybe my own is resting and depleted. I can't even see his hair and I have never seen him wear a bandana before.
Has he tied up his hair?
Then the thought of being separated from my mates and being held captive by the Dread Army descends on me. I know they were watching. They have seen that I am an Omnifae, the same kind who brought the apocalypse to this world before. No way they are going to let me walk away from here.
There must be chaos in their ranks.
