Chapter 30. Nightmare (2)

Cold pearl droplets of water cascaded down the silver serene strands of Medusa, making it drench in the heavy downpour of the omnipotent sky.

She is long gone to feel the ice cold wind turning her lips blue.

It seemed like the gods were soaking with grief of her fallen mate and thus the skies were crying for the loss of the rogue princess.

The shock made her incapable of questions and thoughts as she sat on the rocky, uneven ground as they dug a grave.

She didn't utter a single sentence as hot tears poured down her eyes, blinding her of any faith and hope as two soldiers along with Lucien and Zion put the deceased Lycan in the casket.

Her fingers shook as she felt tremendous pain piercing her bones and ripping each pore apart with agony. She combed his hair with her trembling hand trying to preserve him.

Her breathing labored as she mewled in pain on remembering how she used to comb them softly and it calmed him down even in any grave situation.