MaleficentHeart

Sephora anxiously eyes the sky outside the mouth of the cave. Two days had passed since her mate had left, forty-eight hours of worrying whether he was alive or not.    Two days, my heart-fire; give me two days to find him. If I don't return by then, leave and find refuge amongst the humans. It will all be fine, I promise. He'd sealed their promise with a lingering kiss, then he soared into the sky, leaving her behind.    Liar. But here she was, eyeing the setting sun with displeasure. Why couldn't it have been bright-fire, with its long, hot days and short nights? The cold didn't bother her, even as high up as she was. It just made it hard