Silence before the storm

On the second night of the funeral march, once we reach the fourth pack that abandoned their territory, I see Thomas starting to put things together. His father calmed down a lot and is now advancing slower, making sure the sentinels spread in between the bases and the army can maintain the pack link and keep the communication open. No shadow of the Strychnos plant.

That's not good.

"This doesn't feel right." I say to Thomas as we find ourselves walking next to each other.

"Why are you scared? Even if it's a trap, your mate will protect you. No one will jump to punish a Moon Priestess."

"Yeah... But..." I let the silence speak as I look at the ground. I know Thomas looks at me so I brush my hair off my face so he can see my teary eyes.

"But you're not sure." Thomas tries to sound sympathetic, but I would be a fool not to feel the satisfaction in his voice.

"He is my mate, he would... protect me."

"You know, every time you say the story of your past life, there is one detail that doesn