There was no light. Not anymore.
The moment the scythe struck her soul, everything shattered. The mirror, the image of Kaelen, her strength, her certainty everything were all torn like paper in the wind. She had fallen into the dark again. But this time, it wasn't a fall. It was a burial. A quiet, suffocating descent that turned into something colder than death and heavier than grief.
Cold. Silent. Empty.
Was this death?
Was this the end of her? The end of her story, her fight, her love?
And most importantly, Is this the end of her and kaelen's mate bond?.
No.
Avelyn's soul trembled, but her spirit, the very core of her refused to fade. Even as shadows clawed at her, dragging her deeper into the hollow of nothing, she screamed within. Not with her mouth, but with every memory she
