He reached out to touch the familiar, shimmering boundary of his father's realm. Usually, the transition was seamless, his father would sense his presence and the barrier would part like mist, allowing him entry into the celestial sanctuary.
But this time, he was met with a firm, unyielding resistance. The boundary remained solid, vibrating with a quiet power that held him at bay.
Wulv's brow furrowed in a deep frown but understanding dawned on him almost instantly, his father was perfectly aware he was there. The former King simply didn't have the heart to face his son, to look into Wulv's eyes and discuss the fate of the daughter he had spent a lifetime pampering.
Resigned, Wulv didn't try to force the barrier. Instead, he slid down the side of the boundary, sitting with his back against the shimmering wall of his father's heart. He stared out into the swirling void of the dimension, speaking softly to himself, knowing his words would ripple through the veil.
