Ronon’s POVElsa was hiding something from us. I could tell. She thought it would be better for us not to know, like she was shielding us from some truth that could break us. I prayed—deeply—that whatever she was holding back wasn’t something too awful, something that would shatter what little we had left.“I just need the spirits to give us a sign,” Keal murmured, his voice thick with grief as tears rolled down his cheeks.That was all we really wanted—a sign. A clear path. We needed something solid, something real to hold onto in this dark, suffocating fog.Elsa’s face remained calm as she replied, “I’ve already told you—the spirits say to form an alliance with the West. They are pointing west.”Seaside.But I shook my head, frustration edging into my voice. “Not for the war, Elsa. I need a direction to find Lyra.”She lowered her head, sadness flickering across her expression. “I don’t have that kind of magic, Alpha. I only know what the spirits choose to share with me. But I’ll te
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