The first thing I noticed when I woke up the next morning wasn't the light or the sound of the wind—it was the feeling.
It was a low, steady hum at the base of my skull, a vibration that didn't belong to me. It felt like a tether made of warm silk, stretching out from my chest and leading straight to the door. I closed my eyes and focused on it. Suddenly, a wave of cold, sharp focus washed over me. I felt a spike of irritation, followed by a heavy sense of duty.
“The perimeter guards are slack. Double the shifts on the Southern pass.”
I sat bolt upright in bed, my heart racing. I hadn't heard the words with my ears. I had felt them in my mind. The voice was unmistakable—it was Silas.
I can hear him, I thought, my breath hitching. The Blood Bond isn't just a physical change. I’m inside
