LyraI feel Cassian’s muscles tense before he brings me closer to him. I heighten my alertness in response, feeling my wolf bristle with unseen fear.At least, it’s unseen until I follow Cassian’s gaze into the forest ahead of us. There, I catch sight of what my mate saw before me: a rustle of leaves, a dark figure of shadow disappearing behind them.‘What was that?’ I ask him in our private mind-link.He shakes his head almost unperceptively. ‘Trouble,’ he answers simply.‘Do you think there are witches here too, in the Freelands?’‘Most certainly,’ he replies, his voice tense even through our link.I feel a pulsating sensation and bring my fingers to my neck, wrapping them around the amulet. It pulsates, glowing bright with each beat and dimming again. ‘The amulet feels it,’ I tell him.He nods, both in acknowledgement of me and toward Rodenel, who has dismounted from his wagon behind us and walked up to ours. The Swampland prince gives some hand gestures that I don’t recognize, and
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