(BLUE'S POV)
We ran for an entire day.
The sun rose, climbed to its zenith, and began its slow descent toward the horizon, and still we ran. Through dense forests, across rushing rivers, over rolling hills that seemed to stretch into eternity. The wind screamed past my ears, tearing at my hair, biting at my skin. My lungs—dead for centuries—did not burn, but my mind did.
Every step carried me closer to him.
Mason.
My mate.
Two days.
Two days without him had felt like an eternity, a slow poison seeping into my veins. Every moment away from him was a moment wasted, a moment stolen from the limited time we had together in this cruel, unforgiving world. I had spent centuries in darkness, centuries in solitude, convinced that I was incapable of having love, incapable of even being loved, incapable of connection. And then Mason had walked into my life, and he had shattered every believe that the world made me almost accept.
Two days without him was pure torture.
