Blackfeather Woods How home stays half the world away

bratstara

skulking under her uncle, astara refused to look his way - even as he extended an offer for her to come home.

but this was home, to astara.. and averna, too. home, where relmyna's bones slept enduringly. home, where her blood and soul seemed tethered to the forest's void. astara's ears slicked back as she felt a touch - a touch she wanted, despite her teenage angst. she braced against it, feeling raw anger stirred by her uncle's gentle nuzzle.

she sprung away like a scalded cat, fangs first -- a wild, hellish look in her gaze as she defensively turned around and faced damien. he would not take her away from here, from her sister. from her home.