Caelan's POV
The tree branches scraped my arms as I pushed through the forest and my boots sank into wet earth until the sound of rushing water reached my ears. The river was silver under the moonlight.
Somehow, I ended there and the bond steadied like a ship finding it's anchor at bay.
And she was there.
Aisla.
She stood in the shadow and her hair formed a frame around her face. Her body was draped in a dark robe that did not absorb the light of the moon.
For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Maybe it was another fever vision born from my desperate need to see her.
But then she lifted her head and the world stopped as I gazed into her eyes.
They burned silver. Not human, not wolf, something more. Something divine.
"Caelan," she whispered.
I almost collapsed just from the sound.
I stumbled forward and almost fell before I steadied myself on a tree. "You're here. You… you're real."
Her mouth curved in slight surprise before she smiled. "Too real."
