Chapter Fifteen

Imelda’s POV

The midnight sky glows orange and the black smoke from Blackledge castle billows into the sky, choking out the silver light of the moon.

She did it, they both did. My daughter succeeded where mother and I failed and I could not be more proud of her, of both of them.

I can do nothing but watch from my hill top position as they ride away from this cursed place. Lady Constance has been a most unexpected gift. Her allegiance and open mind made this victory possible, she is not like him, her husband. It is clear where Marcel inherited his kind nature and pure heart. She isn’t as unencumbered as her son, there is darkness and pain in her heart, but not because of what she is. Her pain is caused by the curse of another goddess and the missing part of her soul.

In their infinite wisdom, the blessed mother and the moon goddess bound a werewolf man and a human woman. I like to think they hoped to unite the races, but who am I to guess at the inner workings of a deity’s mind? Whatev