My Mate's Father Claimed Me
The song reached beyond the Dead Lands, beyond the living world, threading into the space between existence and echo.
“No,” I whispered between notes, terror slicing through my focus.
The song didn’t answer.
It surged.
I felt Kenny not through distance or magic, but through blood and soul. His presence flared bright and wild, emerald light blazing as the song found him where he stood, far away and afraid.
“Mama?” his voice echoed faintly, carried on the melody like a fragile harmony.
Kael turned toward me, eyes wide with understanding.
“Lyra,” he said urgently, fighting his way toward me as the ground began to dissolve into shimmering light. “It’s pulling us in.”
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