Mated to My Intended's Enemy
I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
"My body is gone," she confirmed gently. "But my spirit remains with the forest, and with you. Always with you."
"I don't understand. The accident—"
She shook her head sadly. "There was no accident, my love. I was returning to my people when I was attacked. Marcus Grimwood feared what your father and I represented—the possibility of peace between wolves and fairies."
The revelation hit me like a physical blow. "Marcus killed you?"
"He tried," she said, her expression hardening momentarily before softening again. "But fairiesdon't die as wolves do. We return to the earth, to the trees that gave us life."