When I looked up, the first thing I wanted to know was Ethan's condition, although a familiar sensation, our bond, suggested to me that he was fine. But I wanted to see it with my own eyes. Indeed, I felt his wolf was back, and it was strange because I think it was the first time I felt it.
I had previously had the feeling that Gea frolicked with the twins' wolves, but it hadn't gone beyond that. Now it was different because I could almost smell, feel, even hear Ethan's wolf, which was very happy to be back.
‘Liam, my brother, how is he?’ Ethan's words rang loudly in my head. His anguish was genuine, and I considered the idea that, upon seeing his brother so horribly and fatally wounded, his mind had simply collapsed. Whatever the explanation, the important thing was that Ethan was back
