Cecilia smiled.
He had woken up, and the first thing he did was find her. She knew that was exactly what had happened.
Whatever had broken inside him during the rampage, whatever truth had shattered his heart and sent him fleeing into the night, he had come back. To her.
That was enough. Cecilia couldn't ask more from the world.
"Did you dream?" Cecilia asked.
Arkai nodded.
Cecilia turned her back to him and continued staring at the empty ground. The snow was pristine, untouched except for the footprints she and Rhett had left behind.
"Perhaps the Dragon Tongue is that effective. He told you to dream, and you did." She said.
Arkai didn't say anything.
His mind was… surprisingly caught in the memory of that other world. The alternate magic world where he had been nothing more than a human student at a magic academy, without the biological weaknesses of rut or rampage, and the wolf blood that had made him vulnerable to his own sister's machinations.
