The old creek still sounded the same—water tumbling over smooth stones, whispering secrets to the willows that dipped their branches into the current. Luna sat on the fallen log where she'd spent countless afternoons as a child, her bare feet dangling in the cool water, Victor's jacket draped over her shoulders against the pre-dawn chill.
She'd felt Kane's approach long before she heard his footsteps. The soul bond with Victor had heightened all her senses, including the supernatural awareness that had always drawn her to this place, to this border between worlds. But tonight, that awareness felt different—tinged with sorrow and finality, like a song played in a minor key.
"I wondered if you'd remember," Kane's voice came from behind her, soft as the morning mist rising from the creek.
