Cladd could not believe his eyes, as people caught up to him, he might have heard gasps but all he could hear was his heart beating in his ears. Brock came up next to him and just stared with him at the sheer cliff in front of them. He had to read it a few times before he comprehended what it said.
Written in blood were the words “YOUR QUEEN IS DEAD” with her wings hanging on the sheer cliff wall and it was looking back at everyone.
After a few moments Cladd took over and shifted back. He was breathing hard and there was anger in his eyes and in his body “That is not true. I would know if she was dead. She is my mate, my everything. I would feel it.” He looked over the crowd that had followed them up the mountain “You know that is true.” Everyone nodded in agreement.
Cladd marched
