Two days before the first event of the Moon Festival, Rion announced that I was getting a break from training.
Apparently it truly didn't mean a 'break' for me. Not when Raye kept dragging me to help her with the preparations for the Moon Festival.
And if I wasn't doing that, I was either in the library or study room. Not that Rion instructed me to do so. I guessed I got addicted in studying. I got too curious, too eager to get a stable grasp of my wolf's power.
"I'm trying," I whispered into the quiet. "It just—" I rubbed my temples. "Every time I pull, something drags back."
It felt wrong to admit it aloud, but honesty was the only way forward: the bond answered, yes, but touching it drained me like a siphon in a barrel. As if the thread Rion had told me to seek ran through a field of thorns that snagged and bled me on the way.
The first instinct of our wolves is to protect us. That's what he'd said.
