atlast

To truly hone in on your gift using the Primal Sense, you must think of your Aura as an extension of yourself. Your skin. Your sweat. Your blood. When you ...

Wren sighed. She supposed Zest was right, they may be able to quietly slip out the the tavern without another thought. At least, she hoped that was the case. She ...

(content warning: language) Wren stopped in her tracks, her phone falling from her outstretched hand to the soft sand. The sharp prongs of a trident were inches from her face, ...

Wren huffed with frustration, an almost piercing light shining through the fabric of her pants pockets, but she didn't notice. She took a step forward, coming face to face with ...

Wren's eyes flickered back and forth between the two young men as they spoke. As Icarus's voice faded into silence, her gaze drifted to the pile of wrangled metal and ...

"The ocean," Poseidon grumbled. Wren hoped that she could eventually drag a better answer from him, but she knew she would have to pick and choose her battles with him. ...

Wren's brows furrowed in concern for the boy. She wasn't exactly sure what Icarus meant when he explained he fell from the sky, but the worry in his voice as ...

Wren huffed and stared down at her hands. As her frustration grew so did the soft glow at her fingertips. Air catching in her throat, Wren stuffed her hands into ...

"Leave." The word rushed from Zest's lips. Wren turned to face him, chewing her lip. She was glad she wasn't the only one whose first priority at the inn was ...

Wren, to her disappointment, sucked at Go Fish. She hadn't played since she was in grade school, but she couldn't comprehend how she could have lost so bad! Her frustration ...

Wren's eyes darted back and forth as the group conversed. There was a lot of information to take in. Questions about the wraiths, galactic travel, and, yes, even the group's ...

Wren's bouncing leg slowed as she watched the situation unfold, just managing to process what was going on. In a matter of minutes, right when she thought they were starting ...

Wren scoffed at the snide remark. "I could say the same for you," she mumbled, returning the jab. The look on the young man's face was anything but pleasant. Why ...

"I can't drown." The statement immediately baffled Wren. What did he mean, he couldn't drown? He nearly seemed to do just that minutes ago. She opened her mouth to voice ...

Wren stared back. She knew enough about Greek mythology to recognize "Pan." But "translator?" Whatever the man was, he certainly wasn't a translator in the sense she was familiar with. ...