WREN'S POV
The soft glow of the moon filtered through the window as I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the map we had found in the sanctuary. My mind churned with thoughts of the ritual, the curse, and the fleeting but powerful connection I had felt with Lyra in my dreams. The weight of what lay ahead was suffocating, but beneath the fear was a flicker of hope; a small, steady flame that wouldn’t be extinguished.
I studied the Book I found at the library with Hunter. We had to perform a ritual at the sacred spring which was marked on the map. It was our way of possibly breaking the curse and finding balance.
Hunter was lost in thought, he was so quiet, his countenance looking uncertain and thoughtful. “Something’s on your mind,” I signed. The soft rustle of my hands broke the sile
