William watched, through the kitchen window, at his family as he stood outside. Layla was sitting on the kitchen counter, her arms around Breanna neck and Eric and Nicholas embracing on another on the far-left corner, while grace was making a dish. The kitchen was filled with their laughter as Eric told her one of his haunting-accident stories while she was gone. Layla’s face was bright wit glee and William couldn’t help but bath in her joy. Nathaniel walked towards William and stopped next to his side.“It feels like she home. Like everything is back to the way it should be.” William said and Nathaniel smiled as he also took in the joyousness scene.“It’s good to have her home.” Nathaniel said.“For a day. Then tomorrow she is supposed to prepare to fight a war? Every time it seems like she is coming home, something takes her away and the last thing that took her way, killed her Nathaniel.” William said, his voice heavy and ruff with tension and anger. Nathaniel also tensed as he rem

Layla walked through the crowed of wolves, all of them staring at her and then staring at the bloodsuckers. All of them were ready for what ever was to come. Layla walked deeper and deeper into the crowed not knowing what she wanted, but she had this sense deep in her core, that told she would know when she saw it. She walked further down the line of people, meeting all their eyes at least once, just to rule them out. Layla felt on edge, knowing she needed to find, but not sure what and with each passing second her anxiousness rose. She turned and looked again, searching for her target, and finally they locked eyes. The eyes she wound were old and seemed to be blind. Layla took a step closer to her and another, the wolves all moving out of her way as she walked towards the old woman. The woman was clearly over the age of 80 or 90 and she was dressed in traditional tribe clothes. Layla stopped as she was arm-length away from the woman. The old woman stepped forward her hand reaching ou

Layla’s life had been different since she gave her speech. Her powers were unlocked, but her ability to use them effectively was not. When she was not training to access them, she was at the library with her family, reading up on everything they could find about Lobokuéra sy and once she would finally be done with that, she had to strategize with the wolves on how they are going to fight the shadow of death with little to no information. It was exhausting, but she kept going forward, not allowing herself to give in to her tiredness. She felt like she couldn’t rest, each moment she sat still or took a breath, it felt like something was luring behind her, waiting for her to close her eyes, just so he could strike at her. She felt the waiting of the war on her shoulders, she knew her responsibility and that’s what forced her to keep moving.“We should send out scouts, that way we can get more information on our enemy.” Vin said, but Nicholas was quick to cut off that idea.“Send the sco

Layla didn’t know how long she sat on the floor, her emotions draining her more and more with each passing second. It didn’t help her that she knew her entire family was at the other side of the fire gate, waiting for her, waiting to comfort her, waiting to ask questions, but the answers they wanted, she couldn’t give.Layla realized something when she was in the underworld with the Aducator and the information would only be save in her mind. She wanted to talk to William, she wanted to tell him everything and she wanted to hug him, hug him until the final moment, but she couldn’t, she knew now that the people she loved more than life itself, was also the people that could be used against her. The Aducator said it herself, she was dead in which ever form that comes in and she could use any form to hurt Layla, she could use William.Layla realized that there was no way to fight death in this world. And even if they did fight, her army and she would be fighting her family. Layla pulled