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 first drops began to fall, Kaelin closed her eyes, feeling the cool kiss of the rain on her skin. It was a sensation she'd grown accustomed to over the years, a reminder of the power that lay within her. Her people believed that on stormy nights like this, she could communicate with the elemental forces that shaped their world. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon
She was the storm's bride, a title bestowed upon her by the ancient magic that coursed through these rugged lands. Legend had it that the storm's bride would be chosen by the tempests themselves, a woman with a heart as wild and unpredictable as the weather. In that moment, Kaelin knew she was doomed
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. It was a sensation she'd grown accustomed to
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.
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.