Third Person POV
The Eram fields felt so vast.
Knight moved through the stalks with his torch raised high, the orange light casting long, wavering shadows across the purple grain.
Behind him, dozens of pack soldiers fanned out in a loose formation, their stances ready, their eyes scanning the darkness.
No one spoke. The silence of the fields was oppressive, broken only by the rustle of stalks and the distant, keening cry of something that might have been an Irin or might have been the wind.
They should have been here by now.
The thought gnawed at Knight's chest like a rat in a wall.
Luther had been gone for over an hour. Who knew what kind of rampage the beast was up to?
He did not even know if someone had seen the beast, that was a problem for later.
Right then, he had to contend with the possiblity that they might find Luther in his beast form.
Elias was laying in Sitara's quarters, unconscious or worse, his body twitching and spasming as if in sync with the Beast.
