Chapter 21 - OtyliaI saw him.
I BURST TO THE POOL’S SURFACE, gasping and panicked. Reality’s grip was cold, and I shuddered remembering Wacław crushed beneath the wolf-man.
One moment I’d been whole in his arms, the next, ripped away from him without a chance to say half of what I’d wanted to—what I’d needed to. It was like breath had been sucked out of my lungs, leaving me empty. Mokosz’s vision filled had me with hope and fear, and as I stood in the pond, I wept knowing I wouldn’t see Wacław again for a long time.
“Please be alive,” I whispered. “I need you.”
The horror of battle hung over me: the cries, blood, and flames that engulfed Dziewanna’s wilds with a dark fury. It had reeked of death.
He’s alive, I told myself. He has to be.
Wacław had faced more dangerous demons before.
