The woman kept walking toward me.
My eyes burned instantly with tears as hope hit me.
“She’s alive…” I whispered breathlessly to myself. “She’s alive…”
Beside me, I felt Dawson’s gaze but I barely noticed him until his hand suddenly closed around my arm tightly.
The pain snapped me slightly back into reality.
“What is this?” he asked coldly.
No one answered him.
Morgana only smiled faintly near the church entrance.
Dawson clenched his jaw.
His expression darkened as he looked between all of us and then finally, his gaze returned to me.
“You’ll be brought back to me when this is all over,” he said flatly.
I furrowed my brows at him. It almost felt like he was deliberately leaving me in the midst of wolves.
Before I could say anything to him, he released my arm and turned away
