Sublime

Blaire’s gaze snapped up. “Sorcha!” she yelped, and then both girls were barreling for her. Weight lifted off her shoulders, and it took Sorcha a moment to realize it was her pack being taken off. Orek held it by the straps, his expression soft when he said, “Go.”

A voiceless, formless force of determination. A will that would conquer rather than surrender. Akura Malice.