The commotion from the cabin can be heard before we approach it. Feet pound against the forest floor as everyone rushes forward. A feminine scream lets off into the air as growls and fighting can be heard. A sigh of relief fills my chest as I hear the distinctive growl of my brother. To know that he is alive is what I need as I listen to the words of my dragon.

He is still lost to us in the grief of the mate that he believes we have lost. We can not let him succumb to it, or he will be lost to us forever.

The words make me...