The Sentinels When you come and break my heart, free my blood.

It was good that he knew where to find, her now. It gave Dagfinn no small amount of solace to know that, if he needed to, he could come and visit his sister. But it seemed that having this knowledge tucked away in his pocket had kept him from seeking her; the young male had never gone so long without seeing @Lotte, and it hurt him in a soul-deep way that Amber's betrayal and rejection had not.

Finally, after weeks of travel, Dagfinn arrived at Donnelaith's borders and howled for his sister, long and sweet and low. Already, the wounds littered over his heart were healing. Perhaps it was the forest pack's healing presence, but most probably, it was his close proximity to his most beloved friend.

Without Lotte, nothing ever seemed right. But it was getting there, now.