C16 A traitor. Curse. Doom.

The hall didn't empty as neatly as Thorn had instructed. The edges of the wolves' murmurs, which were too low for human ears, were picked up by my power as they lingered in the shadows. A traitor. Curse. Doom.

Something inside of me remained motionless, waiting, even though I should have left with Thorn.

I sensed it at that moment.

This time it's not Korrin's pull. Something more pointed