LOGINBut I remembered the flowers — forget-me-nots were Xanthea’s favorite flowers.I hissed, my fingers throbbing with pain.I didn’t expect the burns to be bearable, but I didn’t expect them to be this painful.“Ugh!” I gritted.This pain felt wrong, dissociated as if it had nothing to do with the burn
I closed my eyes and pressed the back of her hand to my forehead.The warmth of her other hand cradled my face, lifting my chin.Then her lips were against mine.Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.When we finally parted, we held each other’s gaze for a quiet
[Raven]A burning throb pulsed behind my closed eyes.All my physical pain had condensed and collapsed into the storm in my heart.Every breath was like walking on shards of ice; every second dragging me closer to a loss I couldn’t name.Like waves of a violent sea, emotions crashed against my chest
Azum frowned, his eyes studying her chest wound.From the way his expression turned from uncertain to that of realization, I knew he understood.“She’s healing internally,” he murmured.His eyes flicked to me.“Yes. She’s absorbing the fang,” I said. “Her soul is assimilating her wolf.”With a quick
Then, past her, to the lone, mature Carvera tree standing in the middle of the valley.The last bits of confirmation snapped into place.Ignoring the way divine energy seared my skin, I knelt into the pooling light beneath her.“What’s your blood type?” I asked Azum.“What — why?”I grabbed his arm,
[Raven]Pheles’ heart thundered wildly, beating far beyond its limits.Even in my wolf form, sustaining the colossal body of a dragon tore at every fibre of my being.My muscles spasmed, my bones groaning under the strain.‘Hold on, Pheles,’ I urged. ‘We’re almost there.’Zxlorthon angled toward the







