Chapter 20 The Shadowborn Wolves

• The weight of the orb pulsed faintly within Lyra’s pack, a constant reminder of the power they now carried. The Hollow Song had quieted, but the air around them felt charged, as if the forest was aware of their every step. Lyra kept her eyes ahead, her heart still racing from their encounter with the spirits. The orb had answered a question she hadn’t even known to ask, but it also raised new fears. What if they weren’t ready? What if the darkness that crept closer every day was more than they could handle?
• The path ahead narrowed, the trees becoming twisted and gnarled once more. Night was falling fast, and the silvery glow of the Hollow Song was long behind them.
• “We should find a place to rest,” Kylan suggested, glancing at the sky, now streaked with deep reds and purples. “We’re going to need our strength.”