With the strange blanket over her senses, and the impending doom, Thea felt that familiar instinct to turn inward, to shy away from those around her and revert to the quiet within, its silence louder than ever without the thrum of magic in her veins. But Wilder was there, Wren was there, her friends were there with her, and they wouldn’t allow her to do such a thing. As though sensing her unease, Wilder put an arm around her shoulders and tugged her to his side. Just the sheer presence of him was enough to settle the urge to run.
