Grab your tissues folks. The next chapter is the one I've dreaded since I started this book.
One night, not long after Cara’s 5th birthday, I’m in our room, cleaning up while Donovan takes Cara for a run. Suddenly, I feel a presence and I whip around, ready to fight, my claws coming out. As soon as I see the woman, I gasp and my claws recede. She’s beautiful, almost glowing. She’s wearing
“He will be injured.” I cut her off. “He can survive anything. He’s so strong. So much stronger than I am. He will be okay.” “Are you sure Lily? It means you will never be able to hold your daughter again.” She says to me kindly. “Maybe it makes me selfish, but without Clint, I wouldn’t survive,
When the call came out, I realized Lily and I would once again be separated. I hate when we’re separated. It’s easier for me to fight when she’s by my side. But Calista and Rik were exposed and away from Anders. He couldn’t get to them. When Donovan got to Anders, he was fighting off eight wolves at
“I know, and I don’t want to be away from you. But I’ll always be here, in your heart.” She puts her hand on my heart. “Whenever you miss me, think of all the wonderful times we had together, think of all the beautiful memories we shared. Tell those stories to Cara. Tell her of the beautiful romance
I wake up in a beautiful meadow. It feels like spring. The air is warm, but not hot. There’s a stream gurgling nearby and birds are singing all around me. I sit up, looking around. ‘Andra?’ My head is empty. Andra is gone. Is this death? I’m in a beautiful place, but I’m alone? “Andra!” I yell,
As Anders finishes his speech, his voice breaking, he stands to light the pyre holding my physical body. I walk to Clint, putting my hand on his shoulder, Andra walks beside his wheelchair and leans against him, both of us lending him what strength we can. As the fire burns, everyone begins to move
When I returned to the packhouse after being in the hospital, Anders had moved most of my things to a room on the first floor. It was just another reminder of how far I had fallen. The name stuck and I could hear people whispering about ‘the broken warrior’. I waited until after Lily’s funeral befo
About a month after we moved into the house, Calista had a ceremony in our memorial garden. We don’t bury our dead, like some humans do, we burn them, sending them to the Moon Goddess. But that doesn’t mean that we don’t want a place where we can go to spend time with the memory of our loved ones.