Biting Stone

Graeme continued walking through the portal, reluctant to open his eyes for fear of ending up in the exact same place he was previously—stuck staring at the tree where August disappeared.

When he felt the air around him change and the tense silence of his surroundings that was in contrast to where he had just been, his eyes snapped open. It took him a moment to get his bearings. He was still on pack land, and this area of the forest was familiar. Where was it exactly?

His nose tilted upward as he sniffed for her scent, and it was there. So strong and sweet. The relief of finding it flooded over him, and he bolted forward in pursuit of his mate who had to be close. As he ran, he realized where they were. It was just outside the outpost where he had first brought her the night he found her in the Grimm. How strange that she would end up back where they had started.

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