Ayla’s POV.
I should have been terrified, but a strange, icy feeling had settled in me.
“Time is fast in the Eidolon Realm of spirits. What do you seek?”
The voice vibrated in my soul. I turned. A woman hovered in the center of the room, bathed in a light so blinding. She was glowing with an ethereal aura.
I hope she’s one of the good spirits, like Kiara mentioned.
“I—I need to awaken my powers,” I said. My voice sounded different here—clearer, vibrating with a strange frequency. “I need to save my mate.”
“To take in Eidolon, you must give,” the figure echoed, “To wake the Sayer, you must surrender the Protector. Give yourself to the realm, little wolf, so she may guide you.”
“Protector?” I snapped, the word tasting like steel in my mouth. “What is that? Besides, it doesn’t matter
