Graeme set his mate on the edge of the bed that he had just sprung out of to go looking for her the moment he awoke. He awoke in their bed and she wasn't there… again. It was as if her returning was a dream, and his heart sank.
He would walk through fire again and again if it meant having her finally back with him. There was no question. He would prefer that to not having her here, to waking up in bed alone and wondering what she was going through, what challenges she was facing without him. What danger she was wading into.
And then she appeared before his eyes, walking out of the woods with Greta. His mate was actually here in these woods, back home at last. Her pale blonde hair and fair skin… the most familiar face, the face that had quickly become synonymous with his home. His Moon was back.
