Chapter 106 The Depths Of Fate

The world around them appeared to be holding its breath, a strained quiet following the battle's din. The air in the monastery ruins was heavy with the smell of blood and the leavings of magic, but under it all lay something darker, a burden that crushed Ash and Seraphine, making the walls of stone feel as if they were shutting in. They had emerged victorious. For now. The final werewolves lay on their feet, yet their foes weren't even done. With every breath she made, Seraphine was advancing toward something inescapable, something somber. She had long assumed the day would arrive that she would no longer be free when her ancestry would have a claim to her, as theirs to own. But now, confronted with the harsh reality of what she had inherited, she felt its weight more than ever.