The knock on the door struck like a blow to stone as Lillia jolted awake, gasping hard. Her breath tore from her lungs as though she had fallen rather than slept.
Her hands flew all over her body in frantic sweeps, searching for pain, blood. They searched for the brutal certainty of impact.
But there was nothing.
Other than the frantic pounding of her heart, there were no wounds or ache. That had been a dream, the strangest of them all.
And yet—
Fenris.
I’m here. Fenris replied, her voice thick with sleep. What is it?
A heavy sigh of relief flooded Lillia, forcing out her lips so fast her shoulders sagged. “Something… I saw something last night.”
What—
Another knock echoed, cutting Fenris off mid-thought.
“Come,” Lillia called, steadying her voice.
Was it Clearwater again? Fen
