The Sentinels Every word I say is kindling

The situation with Sam left Kirain steeped in guilt. It had been her responsibility to keep the members of the Sanctum safe, and she had failed them, failed Solenya most of all. Her shoulders sagged as she stared out from the mouth of her den, the weight of it pressing down on her.

She had done her best to treat Sam’s injuries, to comfort him in his pain, but it never felt like enough.

As she sat there, caught in the churn of her own regret, she spotted Ghost moving through the clearing. The she-wolf seemed to be searching for something, or someone.

Probably Sam, Kirain thought, a pang of guilt twisting in her chest.

Still, she lifted her head and called out, voice gentle. Hello, Ghost. Need something?