Chapter Fifty- Threads of Fate
The darkness was soft, like velvet drawn over her eyes. Evandra floated within it, untethered, the sounds of snarls and steel and blood-soaked stone fading until they were nothing.
And then, light.
Silvery, gentle, radiant. The kind of light that was not blinding, but embracing. It curled around her like a mother’s arms.
She knew before she even lifted her gaze who stood there.
The Moon Goddess.
Her hair shimmered like liquid silver, her eyes endless pools of starlight. Sadness clung to her like a veil, her expression weary with grief.
Evandra fell to her knees. Sage— but even her wolf was silent, awestruck.
“Why?” Evandra whispered. “Why me? Why now? Am I… am I losing my mate?” Her voice cracked. “Do you mean for Tristan to die here?”
The Goddess
