Misty
Cole doesn't let go of my hand. He hasn't since we left the infirmary, and I walked on unsteady legs for the first time in days, my healing powers finally reigniting to speed through the damage done by using every ounce of my powers to close the portal.
He didn't let go of my hand when Sydney whisked us through space and time to the tropical forest that hugs Serpentia, where the trees are so thick it blocks the moonlight on the forest floor.
His fingers are knitted between mine, holding tight, as I follow Sydney, Ryan, and Aviva down a fresh wolf trail and into a clearing on a bluff with a view of Serpentia, and the battlefield.
Ella's kneeling at the edge of the bluff, Ryatt standing beside her, leaning down with a hand on her shoulder.
Dad stands nearby, his head lowered a
