Chapter 50 : To Paint A Portrait of the End

Goddess' POV |Two Weeks Later| "August!" Ayda rose from her bed, chest heaving, cold sweat racing down her body like field horses during harvest season. Another dream, a nightmare of the night of the Blood Moon, when she'd thought all hope was lost. It had been so real this time, but they'd always felt real when she was caught in them. It was only when she looked out her window and saw the castle grounds that she knew she was safe. That they had won. Bested Narcissa, somehow… "Ayda?" Sebastian was on high alert the moment he heard his fiancée scream. He went to her at once, wrapping his arm around her, still difficult with how deep his arm wound had been. His nightmares were quieter but no less real. He worried not about the Fenrirwulf or how close he had come to meeting death, only that he was almost faced with his greatest fear again: losing a loved one. "Ayda, it was just a dream," adjusting to life after such trauma took time; he knew t