The Sentinels hollow coves

Are you searching for one?

The boy blinked. Truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure what it was that he sought. A place to be safe, of course, but a permanent one? He wasn't sure he could ever truly settle, considering how swiftly the dragoness had found him. Durnehviir had surely reported back to his father, who the pale youth was certain might seek retaliation for what had happened to his mate.

Could his parents even consider themselves as such any longer? Viinturuth felt his shoulders tense with the memory of his mother's promise when last he saw her: that they'd be complete again if he would simply go home. He'd been too stubborn to believe her, but the niggle remained. If their bond was severed, could it really be his fault by defying his dam?

He looked up into the titan's patterned features, burgundy eyes searching for his own mismatched stare for any sign that he might be attempting to lure him into some kind of trap. "I..." Viinturuth paused, and swallowed. "I might. Are you... offering?"