“Rosie?”
A gasp leaves my lips as I stumble back, eyes wide and emotions raising. Right in front of me is Blythe, the eldest Prince of the Sunwalkers- my affiance and he is nothing like how I remember him. Blythe’s handsome face is marred with dirt and grime, his skin a dull glow under all the filth and his clothes were but tattered fabrics held together by tight knots.
“It can’t be.” He whispered in horror. “Not you. It’s not supposed to be you.”
The Blythe I remember is bright, charming and the light of everyone’s day, the Blythe I see now is anything but those. A full Blood Moon has already made him this way and there’s no wonder why.
He lived here... in the heat and the trash. There was no kind of breeze down here nor light. This was a Sunwalker’s nightmare. It went against every
