Being loved and cared for by my mate goes a long way to making me feel better. I’m still distraught, still angry that I can’t find my son, but at least now I feel like I have the strength to start again.
I fly Merethyl to Cedric’s pack lands. I already knew that Zephyr wouldn’t be there. She hasn’t stopped and unlike me, she doesn’t have a rider to care for her. I know Mere thinks that Ishir is her mate, but without being claimed, the draw to her son, the need to protect him, will be stronger than the draw to her mate.
When we arrive, I pull Mere into my lap. She is all that is keeping me sane, while I'm here, having to listen to this when I should be out searching for my son. I know this meeting is important, but I’m struggling with this feeling of helplessness and weakness.
‘You’re no
