Rhea’s POV
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I felt it at the third hour.
It wasn't pain, it was something worse than pain.
I was half asleep against the carriage wall when it hit me—a cold so deep, like an absence, like something that had been quietly humming inside my chest since the forest, since the arrow, since he saved my life—had just stopped.
I sat up straight.
“What’s wrong?” Sora asked immediately.
“I don’t know.”
I pressed my palm flat to my sternum. My wolf was on her feet inside me, not growling, not ready to fight. She was just standing there with her head low, making a sound I had never heard from her before.
She was whimpering.
“Rhea.”
“Give me a second.”
I closed my eyes and tried to find it. That quiet pull I hadn’t understood when it first appeared—that warm thread running out of my ches
