*Saoirse*

I clung to Rhys, my arms locked fiercely around his neck as if releasing him would somehow snatch him away again. His scent, that earthy blend of pine and wild freedom, filled my senses, chasing away the lingering dread that had haunted me from the moment he left for battle.

Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked—warm, salty trails that spoke of fear, relief, and a love so deep it defied the vastness of our world.

"Rhys," I whispered, my voice ...