The Wishing Well

Chapter 63

Word Count: 100


Sesshomaru stopped in his tracks as a familiar scent reached him. His eyes widened, as he felt his blood hum in response. It had been a year, and he had not felt this aura. He almost didn't believe what he was sensing.

Then he heard it.

She was calling him. Was it possible? Had she come back?

Without a second hesitation, he turned, using his demonic speed to reach the bone eaters well in minutes. Her scent was strong, and when he looked down, his mouth opened in disbelief.


"You gonna stare, or help me out?!" She yelled towards him.