Crimson Petals of the Impaler : Book 2

Previously

…It was a sound that stirred something primal in her, a forgotten instinct. Her senses, usually so acute, sharpened to an almost unbearable degree. She could taste the fear on the wind, hear the frantic thrumming of a bird's wings miles away, see the faintest tremor of a spider’s web in the deepest shadow. The familiar warmth around her pulsed, not with comfort now, but with a fierce, surging power. It was a familiar echo, a forgotten song, a promise whispered across centuries. The guardian, the unseen shield, was stirring. It was no longer merely watching; it was preparing to defend.