Chapter 37
“You need to wake up.”
Rune’s voice slapped my eyes open. No, not Rune’s. Not quite.
The mattress beneath me was soft and...vaguely damp? I blinked my eyes open to find wisps of white floating across a blue sky above me.
Right, I wasn’t in bed and this wouldn’t be Rune shaking my shoulder. This had to be his brother, Erskine.
I rolled over onto my hands and knees, finding deep moss where I’d thought there was a mattress. My head pounded complaint at the motion. There was a strange emptiness and lightness in my gut.
Because I’d severed my tethers to the pack and to Rune. The memory slapped me harder than Erskine’s words had.
There was no time to waste.
Already, the aroma of persimmon was floating away from me. I’d danced through it, with it...then I’d broken the connectio
