CHAPTER 167: The Beast Breathes

TORIN

"So what are you saying?"

"That maybe there's some part of him within me, isn't dead."

Jarek stares. I see the colour on his face slowly draining as he realises what that means. "That's not how it works. Once the wolf dies—"

"I felt something the night I felt Lyra die," I cut him. "And since then, I've been feeling it, like a constant thing in the back of my mind, telling me to do something.