Chapter 59

Instead of at the borders, the pack warriors were lined out in front of the pack house. The women, the children were already hidden in the safehouse as Zillon had planned. They had food, water and was told to bring a set of change of clothes.

The opening was hidden among the grass that tainted the land and mask was poured around it, the stronger one that Celia had been talking about, the one that could last for days… The doors were locked from the inside and Celeste held the key in her hands

It was hell to get her to take it, hell to get her to go inside. She had been so adamant on wanting Zillon to come with her. She hadn’t seemed so scared before, but it seems the nearer the war drew, the nearer her anxieties drew too.

Tears had drowned her face as though it was a waterfall and she had held him so tight with no aim of letting go. Zillon found it hard to leave her as well, but he had to, didn’t he…?

The last thing he did was kiss her forehead and whisper to