Chapter 12
“Once upon a time I lived within the breadth between minutes. Just five minutes longer. That had been my mantra. And somehow, by the grace of the Great Luna, I had survived. Now, the idea of five minutes longer is too much. I am tired. I miss my mate. At this point, what does five minutes longer even mean if only that I will be tortured longer in this desolate place wondering if all the people I love were suffering because of my selfish choices. For the first time in my life, I am tired of fighting. I don’t want five minutes longer.” ~ Jewel
The clearing was chaos, a cacophony of raised voices, trembling earth, and the oppressive hum of ancient, malevolent power. Myanin stood rigid, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she stared down Shade, her golden eyes blazing wi
