Auryon’s hand had closed around the grip of her bow that she was now shoving towards Tessa. “You need to take this.” Tessa shook her head, only then realizing her cheeks were wet. Everything was wet. The ground. Her clothing. Cloaks and fur. She was crying, and so was the sky. “It is your birthright,” Auryon said, shoving the bow at her again. “No,” Tessa said, shaking her head again so violently her hair whipped around her with the denial. “Tessalyn!” Auryon snapped. “You are wild and fury, light and dark. Once lost, you were found. The only one who hasn’t realized that is you.”
