Atop Rochnan Mountain, Bianca saw that the waterfall that was cascading down was being fed by a small current of water, which fell into a pool lined with gray rocks and small pebbles. This water spilled over and cascaded down the mountain. She looked down. Water collected in a large pool near the ground where it was once again surrounded by bushes of wild flowers and small trees. Mist rose around them. She inhaled deep, crispy air and smelled the lush blossoms and her mate's scent. This is why he had such a strong scent of lush blossoms and spice. These things were engraved in his soul. She felt so tethered to him and to the land of Aztec.
As for Brantley—he never felt this drawn to his mate and to his land. Mostly, because he never had the opportunity.
"Those peaks will be covered with snow in winters," he said as he pointed to the crest of the mountain. "The waterfall freezes, most of it… and the river freezes in Azelia."
