{"Parting ways is never easy."}
FREYR'S POV
Elder Dante stood at the border of the Kayne lands; his sharp gaze locked onto me the moment I arrived. I smirked, already knowing he had been hovering here for some time, silently protecting our home as he always did.
He stared at me for two long seconds, his expression unreadable. It was only then that I realized I hadn't shifted back from my disguise.
A deep laugh burst from my chest, the sound echoing through the trees as I let the magic unravel. Shadows peeled away from my form, shifting and twisting until I stood in my true self. With a smirk, I raised a brow at Dante. "So… what do you think?"
Dante's laughter rumbled in response, rich with amusement. He took a step closer, eyes gleaming. "Not bad," he teased.
I gave him a knowing nod before lowering the heavy wrapper sack onto the ground. His gaze flickered to it, curiosity flashing across his face.