TWENTY-THREE
"Ava," Asher called her to the present. He was standing close, his eyes were looking at the darkness where the figure had vanished.
"What did you see?" he asked.
"I don't know how it felt." She hesitated before speaking.
A sharp sign cut her off.
Asher was tense, moving in front of her as his hand moved to remove the dagger at his belt.
The warriors behind them moved to attention. Micah growled low in his throat, his wolf raising at the scent of moving close to them.
Then, from the trees, a figure appeared.
Ava's breath hitched.
Caleb.
His clothes were torn, his face filled with so much exhaustion, but his piercing eyes looked at her instantly.
"Ava?" His voice was raw, as if he had been calling her name for some time.
She felt frozen. Her body knew before her mind could even process that this was real. He was really here.
"Caleb." She took a step forward.
