"Nessa?!"
Kenneth’s voice was no longer filled with the hunger his previous words had in them. His eyes were wide with pure, unadulterated terror of a man who realized that the dead don't stay buried.
His hand slowly fell away from hers and he stepped back. "You're not dead?"
Linessa’s lips trembled, her heart that had stopped for a second now beating fast and loud. She swallowed, trying to find words to answer but failed. She was standing in front of the man who plotted to kill her for five years...the same man she wanted to get revenge on...
And yet her body just wouldn't move.
Her mind was battlefield, trapped between two types of memories; the good kind and then there was the memory of him rejecting her in front of his whole pack.
Her fingers trembled as they dug into her palm, a
