Branches whipped past Elara's face as they ran, their footsteps muffled by the mossy ground. The glow on her wrist pulsed faster with every heartbeat.
"Kael, wait—" she gasped, nearly tripping over a root. "Where are we going?"
"To the border," he said, not looking back. "To the place where this bond began."
"But I don't even remember it!"
"You will," he replied. "Once we reach the ruins."
Behind them, the snarling grew louder—closer.
Kael suddenly veered off the path, pulling her with him. They ducked beneath a fallen log, crouching in silence. Elara could hear her own heartbeat in her ears.
Something massive passed by—just beyond the trees. Its shadow rippled like smoke, its eyes glowing faintly red.
Elara held her breath.
The creature sniffed the air. Then, slowly, it moved on.
Kael exhaled. "That was a scout. They're not far."
Elara looked at him, her voice trembling. "What do they want with me?"
He met her gaze. "They want your magic... or your death."