DAEDILLION
I felt them before I saw them—long before the pack's sentries raised the alarm. Death leaves a particular resonance in the fabric of reality, a vibration that has been familiar to me across twenty-five lifetimes, though I'd buried that knowledge so deeply I'd almost forgotten it was there.
Almost.
The night air was cool against my face as I stood on the balcony of my guest room, looking out over Cedar Creek's forested grounds. The triumvirate bond hummed pleasantly beneath my skin, a constant reminder of Aiko and Eron's presence nearby. After our evening with Eron's grandparents, they had retired to their respective rooms, though the longing that stretched between the three of us remained palpable, heavy with possibilities yet to be explored.
But now a different sensation co
