SEAN
Caroline was not a gentle teacher.
On the other hand, she had to teach me how to survive in a fight against Fae warriors like her, so maybe being all cute and gentle wasn't exactly the best strategy.
The day before she'd managed to communicate with her wolf, an experience that had left her both shocked and ecstatic: when she'd woken up from the sleep Vera had sent her into, she'd spent at least fifteen minutes in silence, a dreamy light in her eyes. For a moment I'd been worried, but then three barely whispered words had left her lips.
I saw her.
There had been tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness, shock, grief, perhaps of too many conflicting emotions. After all, it was a part of her own soul, her own nature, the one she'd just discovered. Anyone would have been overwhelmed
