Nahrin suddenly roared, his body was going crazy with the fire aether surging through him, making it feel as though he were burning alive.
This was no ordinary summoning. It went far beyond that, for he was not simply calling forth a creature; he was reaching for his own beast that was deep within himself.
The one that had died long ago when Sumarg struck, the day he had done everything in his power to protect his daughter and wife.
Sadly, he lost not only his wife that day but also his beast, but he was not mad or sad about it.
Both his wife and creature had given everything to save Horin, and he was grateful for their sacrifice.
Today, though, he dared to hope of regaining his old friend.
Nahrin wanted Jorak back and all the help it would bring him. His creature that he had summoned as a young cub, even younger than his daughter Horin.
