CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

But as soon as I opened the door and stepped inside Angela's room, the smile on my face died like a candle snuffed out by the cold wind.

I stood there frozen as I watched the scene before me.

There was Angela, who was supposed to be writhing in her wolf form with the sacred Mark of blazing silver upon her forehead, sleeping peacefully. Her chest rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of deep slumber, her brown hair spread across the pillow like a mockery of a halo.

And to make it more worse, she was... snoring.

Angela was snoring?

"She must be exhausted from the process," Issy whispered beside me, but her voice carried uncertainty.

"Exhausted?" I repeated, the word tasting like ash in my mouth.

I shook my head as I knew that this was definitely beyond exhaustion.

This….this feel exactly like twenty eight years again. As this feeling was just like that day. The day when it was taken from me.

I moved closer to my daughter with predatory grace, my wolf Nyx growling uneasily in the