Chapter 127. Will You Run?

Rose’s POV

Just like Aria, Rose woke up with her instincts screaming at her.

It wasn’t the gentle sort of push that she was used to. No, this one was wild and primal, it came like a fisherman’s hook, piercing through her heart and dragging it out.

When she woke up, she was breathless, and slightly pissed off.

Because, unlike Aria, she knew exactly what the pull intended for her to know.

And, it was about Aria.

She wrapped her fingers around her quilt as she tried to push back the pull clutching her heart. For the first time since she became a weaver, Rose was beginning to regret having the pull.

It was the stable of every weaver, said to be granted directly by the goddess in order to protect them. It was the precursor to fate and destiny. All weavers had it, but not all had it equally.

Some weavers pull are said to be so strong and powerful, that they are able to see the future.

A groan escaped her lips as Rose got on her