ISABEL'S POV.
The night was still and quiet, but my mind was anything but. My mind was a battlefield. I felt like there was a pack war going on in there. I didn't know what she was about to say, and I couldn't tell for sure if I was read to hear it. But like I said, I had to. It had to be done. There were just too much depending on it.
Elethria sat beside me, her eyes shadowed by memories too dark to forget. She hadn't spoken much since I started to see her, but something about tonight felt different. Tonight, she was ready. I could tell by the way look in her eyes. She was ready to talk.
"Are you ready to hear my story?"
Elethria asked. Her ghost voice was filled with something I couldn’t quite name.
I let out a slow breath, already bracing myself for what was coming. "I am," I told
