Bab 615: In the Blood

GAHRYE

As Gahrye exited the temporary home he'd been given, he had to force himself to walk casually. His blood hummed. Everything within him wanted to run, to sprint, to scream and laugh and pour out this nervous energy that kept bubbling to the surface as his heart leaped because he was going to his mate.

He was really going back. No more waiting.

Gripping the strap that crossed his chest, he reminded himself to look casual. He couldn't take a large bag because it would be noticed. But if he was to be gone for only a day or two anyway, there was little he needed. He had grabbed a few of the wares he'd made before his first trip to the human world, the ones he'd kept for something special—then wished he had them there to give them to Kalle. They were small things, he knew, but he prayed she'd see the love in them.