Maeve
I didn’t even fight as Rex dragged me away from the tomb. I was limp in his arms, my strength spent, every cell in my body bursting with pure, unadulterated grief.
I felt empty.
I didn’t notice how the landscape changed as Rex carried me over a rocky hill and down into a small, sheltered cove. I didn’t notice when my hands were tied behind my back around a tree and I was left on the shore, facing the water.
Troy was trapped inside the tomb we had spent months trying to find.
And something had happened to my mother.
I could feel it in my bones as I looked out over the water, a great transformation taking place within me minute after minute, the image of the two wolves I had seen in the circle of stones flowing in and out of my mind.
“Not yet. I’m not ready to lose them,” I whispered as I sat on the beach, waiting for whatever came next.
