Thoren
By the time the castle came into full view, I was already pushing beyond what my body should have been able to sustain.
The final stretch of ground disappeared beneath me in a blur, the rhythm of my stride driven less by control and more by the urgency that had been building since the moment I turned away from that house. I didn’t slow as I crossed the perimeter. I didn’t acknowledge the guards who stepped aside before I reached them. I didn’t register anything except the singular need to get inside.
To get to her.
To not be too late.
The doors opened before I reached them, someone inside recognizing me quickly enough to move, but I was already through before they could fully react. The sound of my movement echoed down the corridor, claws striking stone in sharp succession, the
