JERMAINE
The smell of home was one I had forgotten existed.
But the moment I stepped through the shimmering veil that separated the Fae realm from the mortal world, it hit me all at once—earthy pine, crisp mountain air, and the distinctive scent of packmates still caught in the grounds.
Home.
For eighteen years, I had lived among the Fae, learning their ways, their magic, and their customs. Queen Tesa had raised me as one of her own, and the realm had been my sanctuary. But never had I forgotten where I came from, never my true family.
And now, I was finally returning to them.
A grin tugged at my lips as I strode toward the grand castle entrance, my boots barely making a sound against the stone pathway. My heartbeat thrummed with excitement—Mother, Father, my sister, a sister I neve
