Snippet #1611282

Keaira turned at the sound of Brennan's voice. Seeing him after coming back was unusual. He seemed different to her. Her brow creased in thought. His life-force didn't feel as vibrant as the rest. He was different from them, somehow. A nagging feeling clawed at the back of her neck, making her feel ill at ease.
"Something's not right." For the first time since she'd lost her memory, fear entered her voice. "This isn't right. It doesn't feel right. And you..." she couldn't make herself tell him. He was familiar, but at the same time, newly foreign. What was happening to her? She shook her head mildly, as if trying to clear out the thoughts.
She lifted up her arm and gently shook it, urging the hawk to take flight. She suddenly felt the urge to run, to get away from him. She had no idea where the feeling came from, but it pulled at her with great force.
After the hawk took flight, she bolted through the forest like a scared animal.