Chapter
Forty-Six
Miya
The black wolf.
His haunting, mahogany eyes struck Miya as they always did. She knew him. She knew his presence.
He called her out of his tormenter’s memory, leading her back into the forest. And there he lay—wounded as when they first met. Miya watched him, crumpled on the ground, blood pooling around his limp form.
She heard cheering from somewhere beyond the trees, somewhere close to the village. She could feel their fear as she was blinded by the burning light of torches.
Burning.
Something was burning.
Miya looked up and saw flames, red as the sunset.
Miya was being burned alive. Only it wasn’t her—it was the girl with clear blue eyes.
Gazing through them, she saw a harrowed Mirek. His sorrow tore her from the fire, and she merged with him once more.