Serena grabbed at her pendant, but it was useless. It was still under that loose floorboard back at the manor. Her neck was empty, and she was swiping at nothing.
The Moonseeker had said the light was flickering. Feyra's?
Serena's stomach twisted into painful knots. Sweat dripped down her face, and her palm went numb.
"Lunara would never intentionally hurt her children," the priestess continued, her voice distant.
Serena barely heard her. She remembered speaking to her wolf for the first time in two years, back in that secluded room they had given her when she first arrived at Ironshade.
The relief that had washed over her when Feyra had called her name, Serena didn't want to think about it, but she had assumed Feyra was dead.
It wasn't something that happened often or was even heard of. A wolf spirit leaving? Yes. But dying?
Serena was torn from her thoughts when the Moonseeker placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
