Chapter 97. The End?

The Shadow’s POV

The shadow burst out from the edge of WhiteVale like a storm, her presence was swallowed both by the night and her cloak. No eyes marked her flight, nor did any ear hear her movements.

To the outside world, she was nothing more than a shadow slipping into the night.

Her movements might have been dead silent, but her thoughts were not.

Her breath still caught whenever she thought of Lucien. He was supposed to be dead. When she had fought him, she had made certain of it. She had only left when she felt his life energy beginning to drain away until it was barely a flicker. He should never have been able to survive or walk again.

But it wasn’t Lucien’s survival or supposed wholeness that unsettled her the most. It was his mate, Aria.

She had initially only blinked when she found out that the stillblood now had a wolf. But when she had switched into Weaver’s sight in order to check up on Rose, she had discovered something that s