I had spent the whole day in bed. This was something I hadn't done for a very long time.
I feel defeated, and I have more questions than ever before, drifting like ghosts through my mind.
I know Will was right.
He’s never wrong—especially when it comes to auras. Especially mine.
Erebus is my biological father. And he probably murdered my mother. Had he always planned to hunt me down once I came of age?
A question coils tight in my chest—was my heritage the reason why I was the way I was? A faerie giving birth to a warlock–Lycan hybrid?
Is this why I could bond to a Lycan?
I lie there in the dark, tangled in my own thoughts, searching for answers that feel just out of reach. My mind is a tide pulling further and further out.
Eventually, I drift into sleep, exhausted…
...
...and aw
