When she opened her eyes, she actually was floating. She was dead and now was watching herself from the eyes of her spirit. She looked at herself and saw the ghostly white form dressed in the same clothes that she had in her human form. Her body was covered in blood and she could tell that her eyes were closed in death. Moon was roaring in triumph. Ethan was sobbing, his mourning cries echoed on the stones and the woman was trying to comfort him while also staring at her still form.
A sound from the forest caught her attention. Colorful coats streaked out of the forest and headed towards her. Wolves were making their way up the stones, snarls following them. Sirena looked up and saw a flock of birds also heading towards them. Slowly, she floated higher up and peered closely at the flock.
