A week later, we’re back in the elf lands, outside, discussing the need to guard the borders from hunters, when I see a flash of red in the sky. I stop, looking up and a smile spreads across my face. Yhendorn was right.
“What is it, Avani?” Merethyl asks me.
I look at Yhendorn before looking at Mere, pulling her to me and putting her back against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and lean down into her ear.
“You’re my rider, so you should be able to see it. Your brother was right. Kenna is here,” I say, looking over at Yhendorn, whose eyes go wide. He immediately looks up, trying to spot his mate, but even with his elf vision, I doubt he’ll spot her. She’s made sure she’s up high.
I point to where I saw her scales glinting a moment ago. She might have moved, but I doubt it. She’ll b
