LENEVE
My eyes flick open when I feel the soft and delicate hand of Morgan slip from mine. The concentration I held, trying to counter Yggdrasil's spell, breaks as Morgan falls to the ground.
Her hands dug into the softening dirt. Sandy mud splashes and covers her white dress as her body tenses, and she lets out a cry akin to a wounded deer sending shivers down my spine as I feel her despair.
Stooping down to grab Morgan, loudly I cry out “Help me!” I don’t know who is near, and I don’t look as my sister witch painfully cries her mate's name.
“Kian.” She sobs, pushing her fingers deeper into the softening mud. She gasps and grits her teeth, “Finn, Matt…”
My heart plummets hearing her call to her brothers. Knowing Finn was just launched across the rocky terrain and King Mathias was lai
