“Now that it has come to this, I will just give up.” Two days had passed since Hera was captured but her final words kept playing in my head like a loop.
Hera was going to be executed publicly five days later. I had finally avenged my mother’s death. Justice was finally going to be served but something didn’t feel right. I was drowning in this weird sensation that something was amiss.
My eyes landed on the new robes sent by the Lycan King. I should have left for the celebratory feast an hour ago. I just couldn’t.
Drawing in a deep breath, I made my way to the infirmary to check on my father. My steps faltered near the door hearing the hushed voices.
“Has Justin left?”
“I think so.” Corel’s familiar voice sounded.
A smile spread on my lips and I pushed the door ever so lightly. My fat
