Safe Haven

Heavy paws thundered down the echoing balls of the castle, carrying the mighty dire wolf with haste toward the infirmary. Artorias had heard his mother’s urgent call for him from across Hallowed lands. He had been up in the Wildberry Grove, assisting with the harvest before winter settled in when the fall went out. The alpha had wasted no time, abandoning his work and sprinting across the plains as fast as his legs could carry him. Now he marched down the halls with purpose, hellbent on seeing for himself what his mother’s dire call had communicated.

As he rounded the corner towards the infirmary, he stepped past Kane, seeing his mother’s mate leaving carrying a swath of bloodstained bandages and cloths. Art’s heart sank in his chest. Oh gods, what had happened…? Dread flooded his soul, yet still he had to see for himself. Artorias moved on, pushing through the double doors into the medical ward and making a beeline over to the dark form of his mother. She was leaned over a young woman—exactly who he expected to see and yet never expected to see again. Asheila. His sister was home.

"Where is she? Let me see." Artorias’ words were brusque and concerned, worried amber eyes moving to Ash’s bandaged body as he came up beside his mother. As soon as he saw her face, his heart was filled with relief and remorse. "Ash! It’s really you! You came back!" A million questions flooded the Carpathian patriarch’s head. Where had she gone? What had she been doing all this time? Why had she left them? What happened to her? But in the end, only one question truly mattered, and he asked it of Tamsyn with an anxious glance. "Is she going to be all right?"

"Artorias" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"