C15 Omega's Instinct:

Omega's Instinct:

Carried by the morning breeze, the sharp scent of smoke entered Lyra's little window. She placed her hand on the cold glass and observed orange flames dance on the stable roof throughout the patio. Below, guards ran; their cries a constant drone against the stone walls.

Her chest grew tense but not from the smoke.

A weird sensation crept her backbone