WHEN Zayn had sent word about Draekon's recovery a week ago, Vaelora her broken down in tears. Happy ones.
Since then, she had not stopped praying and hoping that Draekon would finally send for her to return to Iron Vale. To give her a listening ear and let her explain what happened that night, even though she still couldn't understand it.
But then, her reality stung like hell.
Every passing day, she felt their bond struggle to survive, and in turn, she also struggled to survive. But she held onto faith, hoping that the moon goddess would help them overcome this trying time together.
Goddess, she missed him.
Every second that passed without feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, or the weight of his body above her, felt like she was gradually dissolving.
Her happiness was go
