Astrid’s flames streaked across the sky like a dying star, vanishing into the horizon before I could even blink.
Fuck!
"We have to go after her," I growled, already moving, but Seth’s hand clamped down on my shoulder.
"We won’t catch her." His voice was rough, his wolf barely restrained beneath his skin. "Not like this. The whole place is made of cliffs; even if we shift it, it won't be enough."
I whirled on him, my magic sparking at my fingertips. "So we just let her go? After what just happened? After—" My voice cracked. After we lost them.
Astrid was grieving; she needed us to be there for her. Even if she didn't want our love, even if she didn't want to hear us say that it wasn't her fault, she needed it.
I would repeat those phrases a thousand times if I must, until she stops
