Two days later.
The streets of Auravale were bustling, but the atmosphere was thick with a suffocating.
The news of the slaughtered Blackfang Bandits by the Zarthian Beasts had spread, despite Belladonna's strict orders to keep the peace.
The citizens knew the Zarthians were testing the fences, and a war was incoming.
Meanwhile, Leo was very happy, not very worried about the looming Zarthian danger.
It was because Seraphine was recovering faster than Leo had hoped for. The raw, purified mana from the beast cores had knitted her shattered pathways back together.
With her strength returning, she had developed a different kind of hunger.
They had spent the entire day and night until the early morning locked in each other's arms, making love with a frantic energy.
Seraphine constantly craved his touch and his kisses, her skin needing his warmth to feel alive again.
She wanted him inside of her, needing to feel the weight and presence of the man who had saved her.
