“Do you feel it?” My voice trembles as I glance at my twin brother, Orin.
He doesn’t answer right away. His head is bowed, his hands clutching the dirt beneath him, as though trying to steady himself. I know what he feels, I feel it too. The power of the Heart of the Wolf has left us broken, but we can't stop. Not yet.
“It’s... it’s like the world is pressing down on me,” Orin finally says, his voice strained. “I can’t... I can’t make it stop.”
I want to reach out, to hold him, but I’m afraid to. The strange power that coursed through us during the battle is still there, gnawing at my insides, like an insatiable hunger. I try to focus on the present, but the visions—the flashbacks to the battle, to the Heart’s overwhelming force—come crashing in.
My hand instinctively goes to my chest,
