**Gaia**

"Where?" I gasp internally. "Who is it?"

"There!" Selene's voice is urgent, excited. "Follow my guidance!"

My eyes scan the crowd of Silver Wing Pack members.

And then I see him.

Lysander.

Standing near the front of the group, his face exhausted but alert. Blood dried on his temple. Dirt covering his clothes.

But alive. Whole.

'No. It can't be—'

"Yes!" Selene ...