(Caius)
My father reached us before anyone else. He looked at me, then at Isla, and something in his expression changed. More than two years had passed since we'd stood in the same place. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed him until then.
"Caius."
"It's good to see you, father."
He pulled me into a hug before I could say anything else. I returned it, careful of my side even though the wound had healed. When he released me, his eyes went straight to Isla. I reached for her hand again.
"This is Isla."
My father smiled at her. "I've been waiting a long time to meet you."
Isla returned his smile. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Hopefully not everything."
I looked at him. "I told her enough."
Maeve came forward next. I had known my father's mate for years, and seeing her again felt
