Elaine
The council room felt like a cage, the air thick with the scent of sweat and fear. Elders hunched over the long table, their faces etched with lines of worry and doubt, while warriors shifted restlessly, hands twitching toward weapons. Karrie stood beside me, her arm brushing mine in silent support, but I could feel the tension radiating from her like heat from a fire.
I closed my eyes for a moment, reaching for the bond again. It was frayed, threads of pain and fury pulsing through it like jagged lightning. Kave's heartbeat thrummed against mine—faster now, erratic. Blood. Claws. The clash of steel. I saw flashes through his eyes: Ryne's blade gleaming, the snow stained red, his brother's face twisted in something that wasn't just anger. Regret? Desperation?
"They're fighting,"
