I stood rooted on the spot, staring at Fyren as he vanished in a streak of white fire. My lips were parted, but no sound came out. Shouts, screams, and explosions rang all around us, but they failed to register. Even when R'lissea chased after him, I couldn't acknowledge her farewell.
"Xiviyah!" Luke shook me, gentle but firm, snapping me from my stupor. "We need to move fast. Every second that passes is another second they have to prepare for us."
"Right, sorry!" I threw one last look at Fyren right before he vanished over the wall, and then ran to Fable, climbing onto his back.
The great wolf rose and bounded over the wall in a single leap. Luke left the ground, flying directly alongside us.
"Where are we headed?" he yelled over the roar of the wind and nearby explosions.
