(Mora's POV)
The girl shook like a reed in the wind when I found her yet I could see the fire in her skin. Her breath came in ragged bursts but the bond thrummed steady in her chest. Three wolves tied to her as surely as veins tied to a heart.
I guided her back to the grove. She didn't resist but leaned on me as though her bones had melted. When we reached the stones, I lowered her onto the earth and lit the circle with a snap of my fingers. The flames came alive in a pale glow and the shadows bent away.
Her eyes glimmered at me. "It doesn't stop, Mora. Even now, I hear her."
"The Seer," I said flatly.
She nodded. "She whispers. She shows me things. My mates dying. The pack burning. I wake and I'm already bleeding."
I poured water into a bowl and set it before her. "Drink it. Slowly."
She lifted the bowl with trembling hands. The water left trails down her chin and she wiped them away with the back of her hand.
