A myriad of questions swirled around in his head, but none would form as she led him into the garden, his brain still processing the fact that she was alive.
"Kagome—"
She placed a finger to her lips, then motioned to the tree at the far end. Wind rustled the branches, and he braced himself for the incoming storm from his mother, it being the one trigger they hadn't been able to quell.
But it never came.
Golden eyes focused on the base of the tree, widening at the sight of his mother's head in the lap of her mate, Kagura running her fingers through silver hair.