*Amaya*
Wren was dead.
It’d been three days since I returned to the castle. Five days since the Manticore attack. And no word. Nothing. It was the only logical explanation or I would’ve heard something by now. He would be here.
I wandered around the castle mindlessly. I couldn’t eat, I could barely sleep. I had bruises and a couple of superficial cuts but nothing major. I replayed the attack over and over in my mind. I felt guilty as if I didn’t do enough, as if it was my fault. I should’ve done more.
I spent most of my time in Wren’s library searching for any information on Manticores and coming up empty. I felt helpless.
I wanted answers.
I spent my evenings on the balcony of my bedroom. I was becoming acclimated to the weather here, I wasn’t as cold as I had been before. I wondered if that had anything to do with the absence of my old mark.