Whispers of the Wild Heart

Previously

…She opened her eyes and looked at Zephyr. His feverish breathing seemed to have eased slightly. He was still weak, but he was no longer trembling. Lyra curled around him, her body a small, warm shield. She didn’t understand the whispers completely, not yet. But she understood this: they were a guide, a warning, a promise of protection. And for now, that was enough. She would listen. She would learn. She would protect her brother. The forest had given her her first lesson, and Lyra, with a fierce, quiet resolve, was ready to learn more.