Vera's POV
I remembered clearly how Claudia died at my hand. How she dropped dead after I had struck her, if I hadn't—Phil could have died—I could have died—and maybe just everyone else in the pack would have been dead. The powers that came with her curse would have cleared every living being in the black diamond pack.
Her soul still lingered—around me—in my dreams. I stood alone on the balcony, arms wrapped around my frame as the chilly night breeze danced across my skin. I woke up from my little nap, with my heart pounding. My mind swirled in confusion.
The dream was vivid, too vivid to be dismissed. Claudia was there, but instead of lifting a weapon to end me, she handed me one. A polished blade. Its hilt was cold and Claudia's eyes were unreadable.
What did it mean?
I exhaled slow
