Page 23 of Full Moon
Chapter 11
Easton
I have never fearedsunset like I do today. In my thirteen hundred and seventy-three years of existence, the night falling scares me. My phoenix will not allow me to leave Feray's side for anything. Every time I try to move away, my chest tightens, and I feel as though the air is being ripped from my lungs.
My mate mark thrums in time with her heartbeat. The only thing I can guess is that because of our bond and my resurrection, we're tied together tighter than I expected. I swear I feel everything she does. The turmoil in her chest feels like one of the worst storms I weathered a long time ago.
On the surface, Feray looks calm, almost contemplative, as her eyes study the wall of ice before her. "What's on your mind?" I scoot up alongside her and kiss her temple.
Sighing, Feray shakes her head and finally turns to look at me. "I feel it." She stretches her hand out to the section of ice before her. Her words draw the attention of the others, and we gather around her.
"Where is it?" I step forward into her field of vision.
Feray takes three steps forward and places her hand on the ice, then moves to the left several feet. "Here..." Watching her bare hand rest on the ice is interesting. The cold doesn't seem to bother her.
"Are you cold?" Torben asks, pulling a pair of small gloves out of his bag.
"No. The cold has never bothered me." She lifts the heavy sweatshirt she's wearing to reveal the tee-shirt underneath.
"Even when your wolf was restrained, magic cannot change who you really are," Diaval says, studying where her hand presses to the ice.
She turns to look at Diaval, and her expression falls. I watch as her eyes lower to the snow where it meets the ice wall. "All these years..."
I glance over at Torben, and he motions for me to take hold of her. I pull Feray flush to my chest, feeling the thunder of her bite mark in perfect sync with the pounding of her heart. My phoenix starts its song—a low, soft, and sweet melody that hasn't graced my lips in over a millennium. I close my eyes, tucking her head under my chin, and let the ancient song flow. It's the song that mates call to each other.
Her voice, laced with wolven tones, harmonizes with mine, flitting together in a beautiful, haunting answer. Opening my eyes, I see her feather burning brightly, as if she were a phoenix herself. It pulses in time with the tones we hit together.
"I haven't ever seen this in all my long years," Diaval says, stroking a hand down Feray's arm, his eyes wide with awe.
"What is it?" Khal asks, his gaze darting between us.
"The song of mates. A tune I believed was long forgotten." Diaval murmurs, entranced by our duet.
I don't dare stop until the last note is sung.
Feray pulls away gently, continuing her part of the song. Her fiery tresses flow behind her as she turns to face the ice wall. She places her hand on the ice, and it pulls back, responding to her sheer will alone. The moon isn't even in the sky yet, but she's opening the way. Defying all our expectations. As the last note rolls off my tongue, Feray finishes several notes after me. When she turns to face me, her pupils seem ablaze. Her gaze searches my face, as if looking for the answers to the universe.
"There's a dragon's song yet to be sung," she whispers, her brows furrowing.
"Yes, there is." I say faster than Diaval does.
"Why hasn't it been done yet?" Her gaze sweeps over to Diaval.
"We don't question the will of dragons. He would, however, prefer to sing the song in his own voice." Diaval tilts his head with a playful grin.
Feray shakes her head and slaps his chest. "Stop calling Diaval 'meat bag,'" she demands, staring up into his dragon-slit eyes with fierce determination.
"You can hear his shift?" I arch a brow, looking between them. I thought I was the only one whose shift she could hear.
"Yes. The gigantic scaly one is quite cantankerous at times. He enjoys threatening to keep the skies from Diaval." Her brow arches as she holds Diaval's intense gaze. The shifting of bone plates under her skin is mesmerizing and unsettling. "Don't blame him because you didn't use your inside voice." WatchingFeray argue with Diaval's dragon is concerning. My heart races, unsure of the outcome.
"I don't know what's more concerning," Khal says. "The fact she hears his dragon or that it looks like she may be winning."
"Oh, she's definitely winning." Diaval smirks. "He's currently backpedaling."
My eyes dart between them. "Internal arguing?" I question, since no one else seems to hear anything.
Diaval's gaze shifts away from Feray's for a millisecond. "You guys don't hear her?"
