"Caelum," Logan repeated, testing the sound of it against something deep inside him that recognized it instantly, the way his body had recognized Kira's melody weeks earlier.
Aldous's face had gone pale, his earlier unguarded warmth replaced suddenly by visible panic. "That was a mistake," he said quickly. "I misspoke. The years have clouded my memory more than I realized."
"That is not a mistake," Logan said, stepping closer. "I felt something when you said it. The same recognition I felt humming your song, the same recognition my wolf showed toward Kira before I understood why. You know who I was before Ephraim stole everything from me."
"I know very little," Aldous insisted, though his trembling hands betrayed the lie clearly. "A name whispered by a dying mother during a difficult bi
