Dage scented the air. Zaya’s scent was there mingled with that stench of sin and weakness he knew so well. They followed the path and came to a stop as the arched boulders of the threshold loomed over them.
“I didn’t move it here,” Wyllem told Dage. His disbelief was very clear. They stood there staring at the threshold baffled what to do with it.
“I need to find my mate. I’m going in,” Dage said moving forward. He let his beast rise, he needed to be ready. He was literally walking into the lion’s den. He felt Wyllem behind him.
“I need to find out what’s going on here. Someone must be doing this.”
“If they were, wouldn’t you notice when your gift is being used?” Dage asked walking into the threshold. The cold temperature was the first thing that hit them. The fact that they were fal
