Kore Ga Requiem Da Romane & Geschichten

He ordered his warriors to keep my body locked away in the ice chambers. The elders urged him to cremate me, to lay me to rest. He ignored them every time. Then came the night of the annual festival. Connor stood before the gathered pack, his voice steady. He honored the fallen warriors who had died protecting the pack, speaking of their sacrifice and bravery. His words rang with conviction, and his presence was commanding. The crowd watched him in reverence as he lifted the torch, ready to light the ceremonial pyre. Then—instinctively—he reached back.

Ever since the ritual, her bond with the Alphas felt like a flickering candle, while her memory of Lucien’s cold blood and the Shadow’s touch felt like a roaring furnace. "What did you do to me?" Rhea demanded. "It’s not what I did, but what I’m about to do," Kora whispered. She raised a hand, a small, carved bone whistle between her fingers. She didn't blow it. She snapped it in half. A cloud of purple smoke erupted from the bone, swathing Rhea in a cloying, sweet scent. Rhea tried to hold her breath, but the smoke moved as if it were alive, forcing its way into her lungs.