Savannah's POV:
I should be terrified to step through the portal. Hell, I should be second-guessing every decision that led me here. But instead, there's a quiet determination simmering beneath my skin, pushing me forward. I've never left Aetherium, never even stepped beyond the Luminara Clan's vast borders. Our territory was massive enough, an entire world in itself, thriving with magic and wealth beyond measure. I never needed to leave. Until now.
Now, I feel like a lamb being sent straight into the wolves' den.
I have no idea how Isaiah and Josiah Stark will react to me. Losing their mate, their literal other half, had to have broken something inside them. Lycans—and even werewolves—weren't meant to survive that kind of loss. It's unnatural. Their grief must be bone-deep, unbearable
