***James***
[...turn around...]
Her voice. In my head. Unbelievably, unmistakably her voice, from all those years ago. It floods me with that old, familiar safety. I obey, turning slowly—and there she is, her majestic form standing just beyond the tree.
She is larger than I remember, from that snowy field all those months ago. Easier to see now, against the dark grass—glowing green eyes fixed on mine. I step closer, unsure what to say or do. I know this is another personality entirely.
“I hoped you would be back, that you would return to Serena,” I say, awkwardly, feeling strange speaking to an animal for the first time. She tilts her head and gives a quiet little howl.
[...our path was too important. But Serena needed to remember what it meant to be Lycan. She needed to embrace it ag
