Someone was calling to him, helping to pull him from his haven. He listened to the call and recognized Kane’s soul reaching out to him from so far away. He could feel the desperation in Kane’s plea and whispered the words Kane needed. Everything stilled… even the breeze vanished and time came to a complete stop.
He didn’t have to know Kane’s circumstances to understand that Kane truly needed him. Kane, for all his kind heart and generous soul, would never ask his help unless it was so.
Syn’s dark amethyst eyes flashed open to see the satin lining of the coffin he was laying in. There was no darkness for him as his vision focused through the blue haze of what most humans would call a form of night vision. His senses flowed outward, feeling the connection between him and his three children
