The air shimmered as he stepped from the portal, cloaked in shadow and stormlight. She waited by the stone altar, draped in silver silk, the moon casting curves across her skin.
No words. Just the hum of ancient magic between them.
He touched her cheek — not gently, but reverently, as if remembering a dream he thought he’d forgotten. Her breath hitched, not from fear, but from recognition. They had done this before, in lifetimes etched into the bones of the earth.
Her fingers curled around his wrist. The moonstone at her throat pulsed once — a heartbeat, a summons, a surrender.
They moved together like a ritual, like a spell cast in heat and silence. The wind howled through the forest, carrying the scent of them — wild, eternal.
By the time the stars blinked out, the pact was sealed again.
And the world had shifted.
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