*Lyra*
A few more days have passed since the ambush. I’m trying to take into consideration what Jorin said, but it’s difficult because all I want is to run over and check on our progress.
We’re on our way out to train when I pick up on Bram’s scent. It’s distant, as it always is, but it’s definitely him.
“Do you smell that?” I ask Jorin right before the two of us shift to take off.
“I do. Hopefully, Bram is leaving us another letter.” He smiles and looks off in the direction where we need to run.
“What if we can catch him before he leaves?” I grab my shirt by the hem and rip it off over my head, in a hurry to shift and run before Bram can get away.
“No, wait.” Jorin reaches out and grabs my arm. “That’s not a good idea, Lyra.”
Frustrated, I sigh. He’s always telling me I shouldn’t d
