Whispers of the Wild Heart

Previously

…The sounds of her parents’ argument had faded, replaced by the oppressive silence, but the emotional residue lingered, a bitter taste on Lyra’s tongue. Yet, as she looked at her brother, a new resolve began to harden within her. The whispers of the forest, the pain in her mother’s voice, the coldness of her father – they were all part of the same tapestry, a tapestry of struggle and survival. And she, Lyra, would find a way to weave her own thread of strength into it, for Zephyr, for herself, for the whispers that were beginning to call to her from the wild heart of the woods. The echo of trauma was loud, but the whisper of hope, however faint, was growing stronger.