“Wolf,” a voice whispered, dragging her out of the darkness that surrounded her. Mae felt tiny fingers touching her face. Mae’s eyes popped up, and she gasped as she stared at Triam. She looked at him for so long, trying to figure out if she was dreaming or something. Was she still in the cave? She asked herself, afraid to look around her. She pulled Triam into her arms and held him tight. If this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up. Triam wiggled out of her grasp, giggling. The sound of his laughter broke her heart because she knew this would be over once she opened her eyes. Vicker was gone, she was all alone. Mae tightened her arms around him. She breathed in his familiar scent.
“Don’t go,” Mae begged. She blinked away the tears that slipped out of her eyes. Triam touched her face
