Perhaps Lord Alaric.
Perhaps one of the Ladies.
I do not know.
I do not care.
Only one thing exists.
Josie.
The space between realms attacks immediately.
Pain explodes through my body.
The Void hates intruders.
After three hundred years away from Nightfall, it hates me most of all.
Invisible blades slice into my flesh.
Magic lashes around me.
My wings snap open instinctively, shielding my body.
My tail whips around me like a weapon.
I force my way forward.
One heartbeat at a time.
One thought.
One prayer.
Please.
Please don't let me be too late.
The moment I break through, I crash into Earth with enough force to split the ground beneath me.
Blood covers my hands.
My vision blurs.
But I feel her.
Not joy.
Not love.
Pain.
Devastation.
Grief.
My mate is drowning.