The world was spinning, reduced to a blinding white fog and the brutal, suffocating grip of Kaelen’s arm around my waist.
He was dragging me down the back stone corridors of the keep, coughing violently from the smoke and the high-frequency screech of the silver whistle that had shattered his eardrums. Blood was still leaking from his ears, staining his white fur coat, but his grip on me was driven by a pure, mad desperation.
"Let me go, Kaelen!" I gasped, my boots scraping against the stone floor as I tried to plant my feet.
My head felt like it was splitting in half. The over-exertion of using my Seeker’s Gaze to flood Kaelen’s mind with his worst fears had left me completely drained. Dark blood was still trickling from my nose, and every muscle in my body was shaking with exhaustion.
