Arwen's POV
I follow the heartbeat.
That is the only way to describe what I do after I leave the amphitheater and walk past the greenhouse without going in and keep moving through the academy grounds in the dark. I am not deciding where to go in any conscious sense. I am following something that has been pressing up through the floor of this building since my third week here, a rhythm I have learned as well as my own pulse, and tonight after the ceremony and the silver threads and the single tremor from below it is stronger than it has ever been.
Not louder. Stronger. There is a difference. Louder is about volume. This is about pull, like the difference between hearing a sound and feeling it in your chest.
It leads me inside.
Through the side entrance and down the main corridor and th
