Chapter 14. Conquer

The break of the dawn is going to bring an avalanche of emotions, the stratus of dark gray clouds layered together forming a thick covering in the sky preventing any sunlight from seeping through the pores.

Cold snow painted the earth white instead of the greens of forest grounds. Rhysand extended his hand searching for Medusa in his sleep.

Sleep was a blessing to him, his childhood had been filled with nightmares no child should ever be bestowed with.

His golden irises fluttered open in alarm upon hearing horses neigh in terror.

His eyes searched the vicinity of the rock circle only to find his mate and all her belongings gone.

“Medusa,” he raised to his full height, trying to locate her intoxicating scent.

And the odors which greeted him were enough to produce a dark feral growl shaking the core foundations of the forest grounds.

He smelt blood and faint ash.

He frantically moved out of the circle transforming into his majestic Lycan