Guardian of Whispers

Sometimes whispers speak louder than screams. Terra: The saying 'be careful what you wish for' could not be truer. I'd finally gotten to Aetheria, only to be ripped apart from the pack. From Wells. I knew it was for the best, but the longing I felt for him in my soul wouldn't go away. Desperate to forget the feel of his lips on mine, I tried to fill the hole in my heart by focusing on my new mission: hunting the person responsible for closing the Conduit and his traitorous minion, then sporking him to death until he gave us our magic back. If I didn't make it happen, our world would crumble and be gone forever. At least according to a strange whispering voice I kept hearing in my head. Welcome to Aetheria, Terra. You may be finally cracking up. Wells: If I hadn't been temporarily out of it, I would've stayed by Terra's side-no questions, no regrets-but when I was taken back through the Conduit without my permission only for it to close again, I'd lost her once more. For good this time. I became a beast, bent on destruction and screaming for retribution over what had been taken from me. As Magic dwindled in our world, my pack faced more danger than ever before. I was torn in two, needing to protect our world and needing to get Terra back in equal measures. The Nameless Queen had told Terra I should follow my heart, no matter where it led. It led to her. So, I made the tough call to do what I had to do to get Terra back. Even if it meant sacrificing everything.