(Nisha)
The tug moved from the mountain, and I looked up from where Soleil was holding Isla's hand, collecting the last few drops of her blood. I’ve never heard about that before, and I made a note to ask her.
Could we really track others through blood? That would be useful.
The roar of Isla’s king shook the ground but it didn’t phase me, didn’t phase any of us really. What phased me was the tug that was materializing. The bond felt strong, close, and thrummed inside of me almost as my gift did.
It wasn’t as moving as my gift, it was solid.
I made eye contact with the man to whom the tug was attached. Was he the one that was more powerful? Did we get it wrong?
No, we all felt Isla’s blood power, ancient, unwavering.
Then, what was this? I tried not to look down at his perfectly
