A Final Good Bye

Minerva's POV

The visions came at night when the cover had been drawn, tearing at me in its stormy twists and turns. Ghysem’s flames were rising before my eyes, I saw a real fire of hell flaming and destroying everything. My daughter looked terrified as she screamed, her shout was piercing in the dark as if she belonged to the depths of hell. It was burned into my mind like a branding iron of terror as if a hot knife had cut a scar which each beat of my heart brought back.

Cyrus, her mate, lifted her gaze toward the ceiling, and sadness and hopelessness filled the young man’s face. His young years were to be spent in front of the sharp audience of sorrow and pain: acts woven out of grief and scenes made of suffering. Unfortunately, Hayes was again helpless while his mate lay as good as dead on the ground yet again. The burden of kingship weighed him down so much that he had to go on and continue with the fighting no matter what.

My heart raced as if I was a mas wolf, or a wild horse r