Seconds ago, Atticus had been filled with nothing but desperation. Elderish had wanted to grind his bones, leaving him unable to do anything to stop him while he went for his family.
Atticus had hoped, he had prayed for something, anything, to happen. He didn't care what, as long as it helped him out of this situation.
And right in front of him, that something happened.
Crack.
A single crack appeared on the surface of the egg hovering in front of him.
'The Soulkin egg?' It was hard to describe how Atticus felt at this moment.
For about two years now, Atticus had connected with this egg, feeding it a constant supply of energy. Throughout those two years, Atticus had felt the beast's spirit, it was mostly simple emotions: happiness at his presence, sadness at his absence, even amusement at his predicament.
But not once did he ever get any hint of when it would hatch.
