Owen POV
Owen's heart was drumming in his hears as he crested the hill that lead down into the meadow. He didn't know how long it had taken him to get there. All he knew was this pull was beyond his control. He also knew that when he got there, Arion would be there.
The poor young man had no idea what this was, but he was done fighting it. He assumed he would know more when he saw Arion. He was positive it would help clear things up.
Owen realized he had hoped the same thing last time they had seen each other. Then again, how could it get any more confusing?
He was walking through the trees, almost to the clearing. His skin suddenly rose in bumps as his heart quickened. He could smell her on the breeze; pine and lavender. She was here.
Breaking from the trees, he saw her.
Her loo
