Talia’s POV
When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by darkness.
I floated in an empty void where the only company I had was silence and fractured memories. I called out to the void, but no one responded. Had I died?
Then, a memory tore through me. The rogues’ hands had been rough against my skin. Their claws were tearing at my dress while Viki watched with delight. I remembered the one that sank his claws into me, relishing in my scream. His eyes glowed with hunger and his breath was hot on my face.
I felt as if I was being tortured all over again. The sound of ripping cloth and the echo of Viki’s cruel laughter repeated until I thought I would go mad. Fear gripped me so tight that I was choking on it.
Then, suddenly, the pain and the fear vanished. But, I still floated in darkness. This had to be death. Perhaps this was best. Yet, the thought of never seeing anyone again brought tears to my eyes.
I thought of my father’s sharp and commanding voice that was filled with love when he spoke to me. I thought of Solon and his protectiveness. Then, I thought of Della’s laughter. And then I finally thought of my wolf, who was now lost to me.
I covered my face as I cried. "I miss you," I whispered. "I am going to miss all of you."
'I am here.'
The voice caused my head to snap up as I turned in circles. I knew that voice. It was my wolf. Then, I felt her presence. It was weak, but it was there.
"Where are you? What happened to you? I am so sorry," I cried. “I failed you. You were hurt because of me. If I had been stronger, you wouldn't have...”
'Do not say that,' she interrupted gently. 'This was not your fault. I was wounded, and I need time to recover. I will fight to return to you.'
Then, I felt something brush up against my leg. I looked down to see a black wolf with purple eyes staring back up at me. I dropped down and wrapped my arms around her neck. She leaned into my hug.
“Promise me,” I whispered. "Promise you will come back."
'I promise,' she said, her voice firmer now. 'I will fight to come back. And so must you.'
The darkness shifted then and began breaking apart with threads of light. My wolf disappeared in the darkness. I reached for her, not ready for her to leave. But, a bright light made me wince. Then, it eased into a soft glow that spread before me, filling the void with warmth.
And in that glow, a woman appeared. She wore a flowing dress the color of sunrise.
“Mother?"
"Yes, my darling. You have grown up. I am so proud of you," she said, floating to me. Her face was the same as I remembered. She opened her arms, and I collapsed into them.
“Am I dead?” I cried into her shoulder. “Please tell me I'm not dead. I am not ready.”
Her hand stroked my hair, soothing me in the way that I remembered. “Not yet, my daughter. It is not your time yet."
"I messed up everything, Mom. I lost my fated mate. I lost my wolf," I muttered. “I am a failure.”


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