Four months later...
(Arya)
I was standing on the balcony when I felt something.
It started like a small dose of electricity—just a flicker at first, running through my fingers as they curled around the cold iron railing. Then it spread, snaking up my arms and down my spine, as though the universe had just plugged me into something ancient and powerful. My breath caught in my throat. Every instinct sharpened.
The night was quiet, save for the distant rustle of leaves and the rhythmic pounding of my heart. But I knew. Feyn knew. Something had changed.
I turned slowly, my senses going haywire—vision clearer, smell sharper, the world suddenly more alive. And then I saw him.
But beneath it, I felt panic.
I knew.
Instinctively.
My fox had finally found her...
"Mate," she whispered in
