I stop a few feet away from him. I don't say a word. I just look at him.
Kade drops his cane. It clatters against the tarmac. He closes the distance between us in three long, deliberate strides, his right arm wrapping securely around both Elara and me, pulling us flush against his chest.
Through the mate bond, the sheer, unadulterated force of his relief hits me like a physical blow. It is a roaring, unyielding drumbeat of love, terror, and profound, overwhelming gratitude.
You’re home, Kade projects, his mental voice a dark, gravelly rasp, vibrating with unshed tears. You’re both home.
We’re home, I reply, leaning my head against his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic thud of his heart. Hold the line, Alpha.
I’m holding it, he replies, his right hand gently brushing a stray loc
