Sora's POV
I feel her before I see her.
When she was still a puppy, she loved playing hide-and-seek, hiding in the big Packhouse and waiting for us to find her. And without fail, I was always the first one to find her.
To avoid disappointing her, there were many times when I even had to pretend not to see her tiny figure, just to see the mischievous smile on her face when she thought she’d won.
But I always can find her.
Not through the bond — the bond only ever points at him. This is a different kind of wrongness. At the edge of the supply path, a faint, displaced pressure hangs in the air. The body notices that kind of thing before the mind does.
Halfway to the forward tent to sign out a resupply, I turn my head and look toward it.
In the gap between the visitors' annex and the e
