Nerina's POV
I picked up a packed basket from the kitchen and followed Zinta's directions through the packhouse to the back of the garden.
It was a beautiful and refreshing day outside, and I wondered if Zinta would allow Zira to take a run. She hadn't been out for some time and I was worried about her mental state.
"Can I shift?" I asked, but Zinta shook her head, no.
"Follow the path to the end, and then turn left. I will tell you when to stop," She commanded.
"Okay," I answered, a bit confused, but followed her instructions. I had become curious as to why I needed to go down this deserted path to the unknown, with a basket in hand.
When the sun's warmth hit my skin, I turned my face to the sun and a broken, sad smile reached my lips. The sun's warmth was soothing the sadness in m
