Mark by Destiny.
The memory of her tears falling onto his wound, her blood healing him, and the warmth of her presence beside him replayed over and over.
He was sipping a bitter herbal drink when Rhydian entered the room. His friend’s face was unreadable, though his eyes carried a strange glint.
“What is it?” Christen asked, setting down the cup.
Rhydian sighed, folded his arms, and leaned against the wall. “You should know. Kaelen and Ravena are here.”
Christen stiffened. His wolf bristled instantly at the names, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest before he could stop it. “Here? In Moonspire?”