Dawn broke over Shadowfang like blood on stone. Elara stood at the window of her quarters, watching the sky lighten. She hadn't slept—couldn't sleep. But she'd rested, as her mother's spirit had advised. Gathered her strength. Centered herself. Now the waiting was over. Kael moved behind her, his presence warm through the bond. He'd said little since waking—just held her, touched her, poured his love into every glance. Words weren't enough for what they both felt. Ready? he thought. No. She turned to face him. But I'm going anyway. He crossed to her, took her face in his hands. Kissed her like it might be the last time. When they broke apart, his silver eyes were bright with unshed tears. "Come back to me." "Always." She touched his face. "I promised, remember?" "I remember." He

