Chapter 90

“She’s taking too long, is she not?” Flavian wonders aloud as they look up at the sky, violent and storming with frequent flashes of lightning and thunder. It had been thirty minutes since they took to the sky. The vampires and trolls are all absorbed and rotting in the clearing, ending the battle. But they were still yet to see even the two’s silhouettes in the sky.

Beside him, Fenrir was frowning quietly. He could not feel her. Something… or someone, was intercepting the bond.

“What if the purification failed? Will she be alright?” Phaedra worriedly asks and turns to her mother. “Does it really take this long, Mother?”

Priscilla crossed her arms, a similar frown on her face. “Let us wait a while longer. It is no easy feat, but I believe in her. What do you say, Fauntleroy?”

Two ears perked in her direction. She clears her throat and clarifies, “The older one.”

“What?”

“Do you still feel your mate?”

Only the rustling leaves of the trees answered her. All heads sharply turned to him a