The fireflies danced in the darkness. The rustling wind danced through the weeds and tousled them side to side. The frogs and crickets joined in on the night chorus as the main melody of two bodies running hummed through the air. Freya glanced up at the night sky. Small diamonds peppered the sky and dark clouds floated slowly in the horizon. The moon was following them on their journey and creating a small illuminating light that pierced the darkness. They were almost back to the cursed forest when she halted abruptly.
Her senses were tingling, and it didn’t take her long to understand why. The sweet scent of her mate rose in the air. Wyatt had come and he was close. She looked over at Jason who had his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.
