HERA
I could barely open my eyes, my body heavy and weak.
Everything was a blur.
I blinked, trying to make sense of the shapes around me. There was someone standing beside my bed—two figures.
I recognized one of them immediately: Atticus.
Even in my pseudo conscious state, I could still recognize him. What an irony.
But the other… I squinted, but my vision was hazy. He was younger, around our age, maybe a bit younger. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but something about his voice struck me.
I have heard that voice before, but I just can’t remember where.
“So, you finally freed me a few days before the blood moon? How generous of you, brother,” the voice teased, laced with amusement and sardonicism. “Let me guess—it’s because of this your new mate?”
My head was spinning, but
