The portal deposited Talia and Ash onto frost-bitten grass at the edge of her father’s former estate—a place she and Alina had once called home. The land hummed beneath her feet, vibrating with unfamiliar, unsettled magic.
“You feel that?” Talia asked quietly.
“Yes,” Ash replied through the bond.
“Careful, Mother.” Ash caught her elbow, steadying her as the cold bit through their boots.
He moved ahead through the dense undergrowth, shoulders tense. “My i***t brothers are close. I can feel Reign’s presence.”
“And Luca’s temper,” Talia murmured, already pushing forward. “I can’t believe they’d be reckless enough to teleport here on their eighteenth birthday—”
“They are,” Ash cut in, a faint, resigned smile tugging at his mouth. “Anything to see their mates.”
Talia stopped short.
Ligh
