Navori is alive.
Draven couldn’t believe it; at first, he thought he was hallucinating. His nightmare and sins from the past had come to plague him once more now that he was back in the pack.
He’d prepared for the worst, but the moment he felt that warm skin on his, the moment that he’d felt her wrap around him, felt the warm tears on his shoulder, and heard her voice calling his name,
The warm feel of Navori's hands around his neck was evident enough for him to know that this was not a dream; it was as real as it could be. She was alive. “Draven…oh Draven!”
“You're real, you're real, Navori… but how, I saw you die, I killed you,” he muttered as Navori pulls away from him, shaking her head as she holds his hands, touching it to her nape,
“You... you clawed my neck but missed my jugula
