After searching for a whole day without finding any trace of Zagan, Theo spent the night curled up inside an old log dreaming of his mate's secret cave—the fireflies that lit the sky, the incredible colors that glowed in the darkness.
She was like La Loba—the story of the first fae who had created their kind. Cora was just like her. She could create life. It wasn't difficult for her like it was for his mother or the others. She had created fireflies like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And Goddess, he yearned for her with every fiber of his being. He woke himself once with a high pitched whine for how deeply his soul was seeking her, and now she was so far away. He could see her, almost touch her and the things she had created in his dreams, but she was so far away from him in reality. The night was thick with loss around him.
