Feeling Dron against her skin made the world feel whole.
Tempest felt like she could finally breathe again.
Slowly, she dragged her hand down his arm and grabbed his hand. She squeezed his fingers and gave him a soft squeeze.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up and some rest." Tempest spoke softly to her mate.
He didn't respond, his eyes were just locked on her face as if he didn't think she was real.
She hoped no one would ask her to leave him again. This was a monumental failure in every way when it came to how long they could be without eachother.
And it's not the only thing Tempest has to worry about. Dron might be here but that doesn't mean that Hen and the rest of the humans inside have changed their opinions about him. It'll take time. Tempest knows that.
Slowly she walks toward the gate with Dron in toe.
Hen steps forward. A grim look on her face.
