After losing everything and everyone, Sari is forced to start over and make sense of a new world. Again. And while the evil in Spitta keeps growing, this time, she has to fight her inner demons as well.
Blaming her for their Alpha's death, Sari's ba...
The Sun was lowering, hovering dangerously close to the horizon, and teasing us with our demise. No one knew what was coming exactly, but we all knew it would be tonight.
Fear lived in the streets and danced in the shadows, taunting anyone who dared feel comfortable and unafraid. There was a dark presence looming over the city, engulfing the people—and there was no escaping it.
"I think that's it," Lotta murmured. I had gone to her to help me with the armor—but we'd both been at our wit's end with the metallic covering. Neither of us had ever seen one, let alone put it on.
Looking in the mirror now, it looked about right. The armor was quite simple, made of a plain silverish metal. The chest plate consisted of three metal pieces, and my breasts were squeezed against the interior. It was held into place by the back piece, where the cold metal pierced through my shirt and cooled my skin.
Attached on the shoulders with small, leather belts, were the shoulder pieces, which were the most flexible part of the armor.
My legs and thighs were covered as well, and the metal clinked as I stepped.
"You look badass," Lotta said, a proud smile on her face. She prodded me in my hips, as she added, "I'm kind of jealous."
My fingers were trembling, though. "I feel anything but."
Her eyes softened. "We'll be okay," she reassured me.
But she couldn't be sure of that. She couldn't guarantee it, because there was no way of knowing what was coming, and who would go down with it. And she'd be nowhere near me, stuck on the other side of the wall.
Aven and I would be standing watch together—we were the two most powerful wolves. Lotta, the Shadowed Death, was not nearly as strong as just one of us, and she was stationed alone. It scared me, the thought of her so vulnerable and alone. Sure, there'd be archers near her, and soldiers around her, and she wouldn't be alone. But none of them would have her back the way I would have it—none of them would lay down their lives to keep my friend safe.
I nodded as she squeezed my hand. "It's time to go now," she whispered. "Good luck."
As soon as we left the Manor, we both went our separate ways. I looked at her until she passed a turn, and her dark pixie cut was out of sight.
And all I could think, was that I hoped that wouldn't be the last time I saw her.
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"I'm sorry about the other night," I said to Aven.
I had arrived here about an hour ago. Aven had instructed me to climb up through the watch tower and wait for him there. He'd been busy instructing the soldiers around us, sending out commands to other sections of the wall, and still painfully ignoring my existence.
The sky was bleeding orange, purple, and pink, and hinted at our Moon's appearance. That was when he had joined me up on the wall, though he had not said a single word.
