Every breath I drew was a deliberate effort, a reminder that I was still alive, though barely.
My body ached in ways I couldn’t fully describe, muscles screaming from the recent battles, ribs still tender from the last confrontation with the beast, and yet the mind had refused to rest.
I needed answers.
I needed allies.
And above all, I needed Krager.
I could barely speak, but I knew I had to manage.
“How is she?” I whispered, referring to Aghata.
“I don’t know Luna, she can’t speak, and there is no promise she may ever speak,” Aisha said. It looked like her voice contained a little tear.
I tried to push myself upright, testing the strength of my limbs, ignoring the dull, gnawing ache in my side. Aisha was vigilant, immediately moved closer, her eyes sharp and unwavering.
Aish
