Cannon | Stormвђ™s Bride By Terri

As the storm intensified, Kaelin's thoughts turned to the stranger who had arrived in town a fortnight ago. His name was Eryndor Thorne, a brooding figure with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She'd felt an inexplicable jolt when their gazes met, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted.

The winds howled louder, threatening to sweep her off the cliff. Kaelin opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the figure standing at the edge of the forest. Eryndor. He was watching her, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon

In that moment, Kaelin knew she was doomed to follow the storm, to ride its fury and unleash its power. And Eryndor Thorne, the mysterious stranger, would be by her side. As the storm intensified, Kaelin's thoughts turned to

The villagers had always whispered about her in hushed tones, some with reverence, others with fear. They said she could summon the winds and still the tempests with a mere thought. Kaelin had never confirmed nor denied such rumors, but she knew the truth: she was a conduit for the raw energy of the earth. The winds howled louder, threatening to sweep her

The storm rolled in like a living entity, its dark tendrils snaking across the horizon. Kaelin Darkhaven stood at the edge of the cliff, her long, raven-black hair whipping about her face like a maddening dance. The wind howled, a mournful cry that echoed the turmoil brewing within her.