Draven.
It was Valmora.
Her voice thundered inside my head, reverberating like a storm against stone, and I swore the air in the study shifted, heavy with her wrath.
"I will take care of her." Rhovan snarled back immediately, his voice vibrating with sharp defiance.
Before I could respond and even form the words boiling at the tip of my tongue, both of them vanished.
Rhovan's presence, gone. Valmora's furious echo, gone.
I leaned back in my chair, my pulse hammering in my temples. My wolf had just cut me out. In fact, both of them had.
My teeth ground together. 'What in the moon's name are you hiding from me, Rhovan? And Valmora… what are you planning?'
The silence lingered, and my head felt too empty, as I fixed my eyes on the dancing firelight, and let the weight of everything settle. Pieces of a puzzle I didn't yet understand.
Two truths formed in my mind, clear and cold.
