"Some tides are not meant to be rushed only waited for, in the stillness between longing and clarity."
FENRIS POV
The minute Tharion stepped into Drevina, I felt how my internal beast and powers heightened. I kept avoiding his presence, but since Morkai and Caelan had disappeared, Ysara kept a low profile, and we were left the two of us. Tharion had been leaning against the balcony rail outside Ysara's home, arms folded, head tilted toward the sea like it whispered to him alone. The moonlight kissed the tattoos coiled down his arms, and something shimmered beneath his skin, not just magic, but something… older. Wilder.
I told myself I was only watching because I did not trust him. Because he was a beast in a man's skin. A creature born of salt and battle. The Pearl Castle's living weapon. But when he turned his head and caught me looking, the air between us sizzled.
Like lightning under water.
