Crimson Petals of the Impaler : Book 2

Previously

…It was a thrumming energy, a tightening in her muscles, a readiness that she had never consciously sought, but had always possessed. She felt a strange tingling sensation, a subtle shifting within her very bones. Her hearing sharpened, picking up the faintest rustle of leaves, the distant murmur of a hidden stream. Her sight, already keen, seemed to pierce the deepening shadows, revealing details unseen moments before. In the wind, she tasted something alien, metallic and sharp, a scent that spoke of danger. The ancient promise, the vow whispered on the wind centuries ago, was stirring, finding its voice in the heightened senses of its new vessel. The forest held its breath, waiting.