FYNN P.O.V.
Earlier ...
My heart races, each beat echoing the torment brewing within me. Thousands of warriors scour the rugged terrain, each one equally desperate yet hopeless. As night begins to set, the cold is creeping in. As the chill seeps through me, it is a different kind of icy grip that squeezes my heart. It's the fear of losing her.
ANYTHING?!
I shout through the mind link, my voice quaking with urgency. Silence hung heavy, suffocating. My pack is searching for clues, for any sign of Ember, but the resounding reply was always no.
Just as despair threatened to overwhelm me, a faint scent drifts through the air. Her scent. My heart leaps. I bolt towards it, fueled by instinct and unyielding hope, drawing closer to the cursed waterfall that whispered her name like a ghost.
Ma
