Chapter 115

[Apple]

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I am standing in a mist-covered field, a gray sky overhead, the sun hidden behind a massive black cloud promising rain.

In the distance is a wolf. He is large, far taller than a man even on four legs, his silver-tipped fur catching the faint light filtering down to us.

Around us, everywhere, are bodies. Some wolves, others men and women with glowing skin.

“Mate,” the wolf growls from across the field. “I’ve found you.

“Mate,” I repeat, my heart mourning the loss of so many lives, my own hands stained red with the blood of the wolves by my feet. “Why did it have to be you?”

The wolf transforms in front of me into a tall man covered in scars. His black hair curls around his shoulders and his eyes are the most startling shade of blue-green.

“Alpha Rufus,” I call him. Strangely, he has the same name as my Sylvester’s wolf. He looks a lot like Sylvester too but with bolder lines and a stronger chin.

“Witch Queen Astrea,” he bows, his eyes flashing as my glowin