So, it had spread far beyond what she and her mate had imagined. The realization hit like a punch to the gut—so many others were being affected. Were they falling ill? Suffering harm? The very thought was nearly unbearable.

Elysium? Howling River… and water that oozes? Kirain's voice wavered, worry threading through her words. Are your people okay? My husband and I haven’t come across anyone since arriving in the Highlands. We had no idea… Guilt bloomed in her chest. While she and Lestan had only just begun to feel the subtle effects of the water, there were others, an entire pack, already knee-deep in the thick of it.

She let out a quiet sigh, her ears twitching as her silver gaze sharpened on the golden stranger. Dreams? she echoed, a flicker of hope and frustration dancing in her tone. You’ve had them too? Do they make any sense to you? Do you know what they’re trying to say? Mine feel... fractured. Like puzzle pieces that don’t quite fit. I don’t know what I’m being shown. Another sigh followed, this one edged with annoyance. She hated the cryptic nature of these visions, hated being toyed with by some unknown force. And yet, knowing she wasn’t alone brought a quiet, bittersweet relief.

Then came the stranger’s refusal of help, and Kirain blinked, unconvinced. The woman didn’t seem well. Even if Kirain didn’t have all the answers, she could still offer care, still do something.

Me? Need help? she asked, caught off guard. A short laugh escaped her. Things aren’t exactly normal, but my husband and I are managing. We’re wanderers, well, we were, before we settled in the Rise. But survival? That we know.