SILAS

I took a step forward, then another, hesitant—would she like this illusion I had created from my dark magic?

"Love, is that you?" Her beautiful eyes looked at me, doubtful, standing in the middle of the clearing, bathed in silver light.

Her magic reached out to me, probing, testing me. I began to move toward her.

The pads of my massive paws pressed against the fallen leaves and soft grass. I felt a little ridiculous, but for her, I would do anything.

"It’s me," I told her in her mind.

"Si