Chapter Forty-nine

From somewhere inside of the black hole that she had sunk into, Erin heard Cheyenne calling her name and saying something to her, but she could not hear what was being said and she did not care. She wanted to die, but death had eluded her. The initial numbness she felt after witnessing Danshak’s gruesome death has worn off and was now replaced by crushing grief that left her breathless at times. It was as if she was getting stabbed in the heart with a sharp dagger each time she remembered how Nikjin ripped her mate apart like a piece of rag.

“You cannot continue like this, Edvana,” said Cheyenne softly. “Please, drink this herbal brew I made for you. It will give you strength.”

“For what?” She asked, and was surprised to hear how strangely her voice sounded. It was as if someone else was speaking through her. Was that Edvana’s voice or was it hers?

“I know you feel as if you have nothing more to live for but you have to remember that the rest of your mate’s family are still in captivi