ROSALIE
I watched as my granddaughter collapsed on the floor, as our magic left her body.
I placed my hand on hers and watched as her eyes closed.
I could feel the baby swirling its magic around Thalia like a protective shield.
The fae's old and new all heard of the story of the transfer of magic by just touching one another. Most people don't believe in folk tales, but we wanted to try everything, especially being at the king's mercy.
I looked toward where he stood, but all that was in his place was a pile of ashes.
Thalia killed the king.
"You stupid b***h," yelled one of his sons, holding Freya.
I looked back at him and saw a wolf growling at him. I knew who it was as he jumped on him and started biting down on his shoulder.
The son roars in pain as Freya stumbles forward and i
