Chapter 40 - Serafine's POV
"Get ready!" my mother yelled, her tone filled with anxiety. I feel the storm cease for an instant, but I know that is far from over. It is now time for the real fight to begin.
I grip her arm tightly at the weighted feeling of what's to come. We've pushed Silas's men back, but something doesn't feel right. It's too quiet. Too still.
My heart pounds in my chest as I scan the field, searching out why this bad feeling has landed in the middle of my gut.
And then, I saw him. Silas, standing on the edge of the clearing, his face twisted into a wicked smile. There's something different about him now. His confidence. It unnerves me.
"You thought this was the end?" he taunts, his voice going across the field. "You're wrong.
In that instant, the atmosphere around
