(Delph’s POV)The world smelled of blood and rain.Delph tore through the forest, every stride a battle between exhaustion and instinct. His paws hit mud, rock, ash, each step driving him closer to that impossible pulse calling him home.Afnan.Her scent threaded the air, faint but steady. Sweet like crushed herbs and storm water. The bond burned bright now, no longer a whisper but a roar. She was here. She was alive.Draven surged within him, the wolf’s heart hammering in tandem with his own. Faster. She’s close.He leapt fallen logs, tore through brambles, and burst into a clearing lit entirely by red moonlight.There, across the stream.A figure, cloaked in crimson glow, clutching two small bundles to her chest.Afnan.He froze. For the first time in months, maybe years, Delph forgot how to breathe. His body trembled, not from pain, but from disbelief.She turned toward him, eyes wide, mouth parting in shock. For a moment, neither moved. The world around them, howling winds, trembl
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