Fuck, I missed everything about him. My poor, sweet, snow yeti.
My eyes watered. I needed him. I needed him like I needed the air to breathe.
“Lanche… I… I need you. Please. If you don’t stop this, I’m afraid the king will have to… do something to stop you, and I can’t have you hurt. I won’t let them hurt you. I promise. I just… I need you, Lanche. Please. Please come back to me.”
He still didn’t respond, and a sob came out of my chest before I could stop it.
Without thinking, I fell into his chest and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his soft fur as I cried.
“Please… please, Lanche. Come back to me. Please.”
With everything I was, I pushed everything, my senses, my adoration, my love, toward my viramore, praying that some part of it would get through. Praying that if I couldn’t have him back, maybe he could at least feel how much I cared about him.
Because I knew he was in there. He had to be.
A blast of greens and reds came out of my chest, and I gasped as I watched it move toward my viramore.
Holy shit. My magic… it was here… it was trying to help me.
I gasped in surprise, hope filling me up as I concentrated on that magic.
Even though I normally couldn’t feel my own magic—it normally just felt like extra strength and stronger senses to me—I could feel it now as it reached out to its mate, to my Avalanche.
My magic ran along our silvery bond, searching for him, reaching out to my one true love.
At first, nothing happened, and I collapsed into him, crying and begging. I probably got snot all over his pretty fur, but after several minutes that felt like they lasted an eternity, I finally felt a small… tingle that wasn’t my own magic.
I froze. “Lanche?”
He still didn’t move a muscle. It was like hugging a stiff, strong, and soft statue. But there was… something. Like part of him, whatever part wasn’t being controlled by some dickhead, was trying to find me too.
“Avanlanche Snowball Rudolphus, I order you to come back to me. Right now.”
With all of my might, I pushed my own sense of self, the part of me that was made of magic, the werewolf side of myself, out toward him in one huge blast of magical energy.
An oomph came out of me as I felt it collide with… with something. With something that felt like a frosty morning filled with sunshine. With contentment.
With happiness.
With Lanche.
“Lanche!” I yelled, partial sob, partial excitement. “Please, Lanche!”
As I held my snow yeti tight, I felt his chest exhale loudly, and then his arms twitched as if they were fighting some invisible force that didn’t want him to move.
“Come on, baby. You can do it.”
Finally,finally, his arms came around me, and he sort of sagged against me.
“Lanche! Oh my Mother, baby, can you hear me? Please tell me you can hear me.”
He breathed out, then buried his face in the crook of my neck and inhaled, his body trembling in my arms. “Dain.”
Another sob wracked my body, and I held him tighter. “Lanche. Oh fuck, you’re okay. You’re here.”
He nodded, and I felt the wind around us come to a sudden stop, the snow and ice in the air disappearing as if they’d never been there. “I’m here. I’m here.”
I cried, a mixture of happy and leftover-terror tears. “Fuck, I was so scared. I was so fucking scared.”
