~Grayson's Point Of View~
The sun is high, noon almost beating down in that smug way only the pack's sky can. Its light doesn't feel warm though—it feels cruel, like a spotlight shining on all their mistakes. The portal has closed, sealing the Moon Blessed inside, and Grayson feels like someone just slammed a door in his chest.
He walks beside Morgan, their footsteps crunching over the gravel path that snakes toward the meeting point. He can still remember the labyrinth portal glowing faintly behind them, humming with the energy that swallowed Heidi whole just minutes ago. His chest aches every time he thinks about it; how her shoulders were swallowed up by that impossible light, and how she didn't look back after stepping into it.
Not that the force of the portal could permit her to. But he wanted her to. Goddess, he wanted her to. He should be satisfied with that questioning look she gave him when the fairy sifts the rune into her hand, but he isn't.
