essed. Even though I had no idea what they meant, every night I saw glimpses of images

the woods, hiding from shadows, and arguing with strangers. Then I noticed that his face was showing signs of angui

came more viv

g up my spine, and I could feel my heart pounding. Ronan was there when I looked around, but he was younger, p

king over his shoulder as if someone were pursuing him. He stumbled abruptly and went

ouldn't hear me, I whispered. However, I sounded

he looked up. I was heartbroken,

woke up with a start, my heart r

perienced far more than I could have ever guessed. Even though he had pushed me a

oon when I suddenly started to feel a searing pain in my side. It passed quickly, as if s

gh my shoulder as I sat by the fire, reflecting on what I had learned about Lyra. I clutch

hen that this ang

was unable to articulate it. Every time he was hurt, I somehow felt

went to the healer, an elderly wolf named Liana. Her aged

though it clarified eve

However, Ronan turned me down. How co

parate two souls once they are connected. You might sense

ent through me as I echoed. "Wh

truggles to himself." But maybe he's keeping it a s

o haunt me. Ronan was hiding the fact that

asionally, I would experience a strong pain in my leg, arm, or side, and I could alway

with a few of the fighters close to the training grounds'

voice. His countenance was

ated tone, he said, "

g overheard by the others. I'm aware that you're

he tensed up. "What

n feel your pain every time." We

, but he immediately covered it up. His tone was dismiss

ning it." "I want to hel

"I don't require your assistance.

e of frustration swept through me as I demanded

nding there feeling irritated and powerless. He r

ing to give

ll me what was happening. I had had enough of waiting for answers. If I had to, I wo

m leave my view. He was adept at hiding his discomfort, but I could see the subtle clue

nd into the forest. I stayed in the shadows and followed in silence. Even though my heart was

been. I persisted, determined not to lose him, even

ght someone was pursuing him. Holding my breath, I hurriedl

ring with an ancient, moss-and vine-covered stone edifice that was disintegrating. Even though it appeared to ha

nto the darkness. With my heart pounding, I ed

, seemingly in agony. I saw the scratches and bruises on his arm when he rolle

ught sigh

rin, Lyra emerged

like a predator, sneering. "Ronan, you're h

?" His voice was tight

n a mockingly sweet voice. "Just a

ress her hand against his shoulder made my stom

r and rage, I whispered to myself. He was all

guish in his eyes as she muttered something in his ear. H

op her. Not quite yet. I needed to be shrewd and figure o

ep back as I watched, her

icily. "If I make one mistake,

hing into the night. I remained hidden

ing his arm, and gasping for air. I knew I couldn't assi

ng. I was determined to find out what Lyra had over him, even th

s I disappeared into the ni