*Saoirse*
It had been a long time coming. We had spent weeks in the Dragon Realm healing and helping them to recover. Now it was time to go home.
I stepped through the swirling colors of the portal, Rhys' hand clasped tightly in mine. The familiar tug at my navel signaled our departure from the Dragon Realm, a place that had been both a haven and a prison over the past few weeks. I missed my children. I missed my bed. I missed our home.
The scent of pine and fresh snow welcomed us as we emerged into the crisp air of Egoren.
"Are you ready?" I asked Rhys, squeezing his hand as we looked out over the rolling hills that led to our kingdom.
"More than ever," he replied with a soft smile, though his brown eyes held a trace of the visions that often haunted him.
We walked side by side, the anticipation of seeing our children quickening our steps. Our wolf forms might have made the journey swifter, but we chose to remain human and savor every moment of our return.
