Zane
The silence in the Sanctuary after the scream was far more terrifying than the sound itself. As if even the stones were waiting for something. As if the water that moments before had been swirling like a vortex around Elariana’s body was now holding its breath, watching to see what would remain of her after the Moon’s judgment: the same woman I had brought here, or someone else entirely, someone who no longer asked permission to exist.
The invisible barrier held for one last moment.
I felt it stretched tight in the air like a drawn bowstring, and every nerve in my body screamed for me to break through it, to go to her, to grab her, to pull her out of the water, because my instincts could not endure that she was an arm’s length away and still unreachable. My wolf clawed angrily at m
