(Avalena's POV)
I knew this was the end.
I was the last Lycaon and I couldn't even survive long enough to produce an offspring. I couldn't be there for my mates like I should be. I was a failure as a queen to the vampires, wolves and dragons. How could the Goddess even think I would be able to protect others when I couldn't protect myself?
An unpleasant smell wafts into my senses, one that causes revulsion to ricochete through me. What was that horrid smell? Wait... How could I smell anything when I was drifting towards my death?
"How could you think I would let you die?" A sweet, melodic voice rung out around me. No matter which way I whipped around, I couldn't see anything in the dark surrounding me. Was it possible my mind was playing tricks on me? I felt Sea leave me the moment my
