Damian
I cry out as River is pulled away from me. In the middle of the clearing, everyone stares at her as my mate's body bends inward, breaking apart into light, shadow, and something no one can understand.
“What the fuc.k did you do?!” I scream at Fenrir, but he says nothing.
He points to where my mate once stood.
A shape forms.
A silhouette.
Not wolf.
Not human.
Something in between.
Something divine.
The light dims.
The shadows recede.
Now, River stands in the center of the clearing.
Not the River I know.
Not the River I’d held as she cried.
Not the River that whispered lullabies to our son.
Not the River that trembled in my arms after nightmares.
This River glows.
Silver light shimmers beneath her skin. Her hair floats around her like mist. And her eyes—Goddess, her
