Azura's POV
The entire pack house was buzzing with a strange, heavy tension. Everyone was preparing for whatever storm was coming next.
Rhydor's father had already left earlier in the morning with a handful of his most trusted warriors. They were heading deep into the woods to find the old witch, the one who had given the prophecy weeks ago.
She was an old friend of Genevieve's, and Arthur hoped she could use her sight to tell them exactly where Genevieve had been taken.
I was preparing, too, but for a different reason. I had not seen my aunts since I returned from the dead. I needed to see them.
Before the battle started, before everything fell apart, I needed to stand in front of them, hug them, and let them know with my own voice that I was alive.
I made my way down the long hallway toward Rhydor's study. The door was slightly open, and I could hear the murmur of voices inside.
