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83 - Breath of Death (Raelyn's POV)

THE REMAINING CHAPTERS ARE TOLD FROM RAELYN'S POV

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Coldness.

It seeps into my bones, stifles my breath, keeps me bolted in place.

My whole body shivers.

Why is it so cold? It's summer. It shouldn't be so cold.

Voices zoom around in my head.

They are calling me.

Laughter.

I want to go home.

But where is home?

With a gasp, the pain is back.

Relentless.

Pounding.

Burning.

I can't move.

Kendrick?

The word echoes in my head, over and over, but I don't know if he hears me. Warmth radiates from his body as he cradles my head in his lap. The cold still wins.

Why are their tears in his eyes?

I try to smile. Reassure him that things will be fine. That we have our whole future ahead of us.

The pain doesn't allow it.

Tormenting.

Punishing.

Consuming.

I slip deeper into the cold void.

"Raelyn, hold on."

I have to let go. I can't fight the pain. A shallow breath tears through me. It carries more agony, more torture.

I stare at the red ball in the sky. Blood pools on my skin, my life essence seeping into the ground. My soul fuses with the spirit world.

Moon Goddess, I'm sorry.

It should've been her I made my promise to.

My protector.

My guardian.

My guiding light.

My wolf should be here with me. We should both prepare to cross into the afterlife. Hand in hand, without fear and regrets.

Will I see her again when I'm dead?

I'm sorry I betrayed you.

Both of you. My creator and my other half. My choice was simply wrong.

A few tears run down Kendrick's cheeks.

Hey, you're an Alpha King. Don't show the enemy weakness.

The coldness is winning.

I can't fight it anymore.

Forgive me.

Focusing on the crimson moon, I fall.

Spinning.

Winding.

Twisting.

Voices and laughter are all around me. They are calling me home.

I slam into the ground, but it doesn't hurt. Floating in the darkness. A soft beat hums in my ears.

Thump, thump, thump.

Fainter and fainter.

Thump, thump.

I want to hold on to the dying beat, but the coldness is paralyzing.

Thump.

Deafening silence.


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© Sally Mason 2018

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