The cave was colder without him.
With her fingers pressing into the thick fur that Kael had wrapped around her just the previous evening, Seren perched on the edge of the cot that he had previously occupied. The smell of him was vanishing, a mix of pine, ash, soil, and the iron taste of blood. Even her enhanced senses couldn't keep it.
He was gone.
No… worse. He had looked her in the eye and didn’t know her.
Didn’t feel her.
She had screamed his name into the storm as the witches vanished into the veil, dragging him with them, bound by their ancient, cursed magic. She’d clawed at the air, trying to follow. But the mountain had swallowed her sobs and offered nothing in return.
Now, the air felt heavier. Wrong. As if the land itself mourned the severing of something sacred.
Her bond
