Four Days Earlier:
Astor
Walking into the mountain, I focused on the task at hand and not the lingering sadness and emptiness that I was feeling with Cyrene’s absence. Although the silence in my mind had been my constant companion for these long months, it still managed to feel like a fresh wound with her abrupt departure.
My heart aches, and a small part of me regrets not leaving with Cyrene and abandoning this place forever. A tear slips down my cheek as I feel a faint brush from my wolf, echoing my pain and something else that feels like irritation.
‘You know I can not abandon her.’
Cyrene once again refused to respond and as quickly as her light presence was there, it was gone, withdrawing from my mind completely. I wiped my face, braced myself and headed towards my mother’s pri
