His Rejected Mate's Secret
And the Gate had been feeding it, nurturing it, drawing it closer, every time we faltered.
I clenched my fists. I had to hold the line, hold the chamber, hold the Gate itself if possible. I could feel the pulse of energy in the chamber, the heartbeat of the Gate, almost like it was aware of my focus, my determination. And I realized something: we could not just fight physically. We had to fight emotionally, with balance, with calm, with will.
I turned to the soldiers nearest me. “Focus! Do not fear! The Gate only feeds on what you let it! Keep your minds clear! Ground yourselves!”