Claire’s POV
The sound of the flying machines came back to the castle in the middle of the night.
I was sitting in a chair by the corner of the bed. My body was exhausted. I spent hours crying, my face buried in my hands, my spirit was crushed by the freezing numbness in my chest.
The mate bond was still totally dead, empty, and silent. I couldn't feel his heartbeat or his love. It felt like something was sitting where my heart used to be.
From the extreme stress and the grief, my eyes had closed a few minutes ago but the exact second the helicopter engines stopped, my eyes snapped wide open.
I felt something.
It wasn't a mate bond coming back to life but it was a strange, ghostly pulling sensation right in the middle of my chest. It felt like a tiny, warm shadow of Noah was suddenly
