Chapter 129

The clearing, still messy after battle, looked oddly calm under the sunrise. In the middle, a big fire burned, swallowing bodies of fallen wolves, turning them into smoke and ash, their voices carried away by the wind. Amelia clutched her necklace, heavy in her shaking hand then took it off. As the flames got closer, she knelt, tears rolling down like silver metal. "Marcus," she said, voice husky with sadness, "I hope you find peace.I want you to know that I forgive you for everything. And I want to say thank you because even as much as I hate to admit it, I wouldn't have had a story without you so thank you. I promise, I'll look after Anatstasia. For you." Her fingers stroked the necklace, a last touch, "May he watch over you like he has done for me." Then, with a deep breath, she put it on his chest, a piece of her heart buried with him. One last look. One last goodbye. Flames whispered secrets, carrying his memory to the sky. A choked sob escaped Amelia, then she stood up, stiff