Chapter Eighty Three
Emory's POV
"Help me!” It was the howl of a woman. Loud and piercing through the night air. The voice was filled with so much anxiety, and plea that it stood the claws of wolves; ears of the spirits, and the soul of the brooding moon goddess—the voice of the crying woman pierced through the night and pooled at my ears, waking me up from sleep, I ran at an insane speed. An angry me in motion was surprised at how fast my legs carried me and how weightless I seemed. I was practically floating on air. I felt a bizarre surge of adrenaline pop through my veins and even though I wanted it to stop, I couldn't control it. It was dusk and only the whisperers of the night were seen hovering because according to them, the last seed of their nemesis had been uprooted. A loud f
