Chapter 57: War for My Luna

*Tilly POV*

It feels like a dream, a very vivid, cold and painful dream. Onyx is here, clinging to me like a lovesick mate, and my mom is cradling me. Her usually cold eyes hold so much pain and regret as she sobs. Her touches are tender, gently smoothing my hair or cupping my cheeks. It’s not until she kisses my forehead that I realize I’m dead.

No way in any world would my mother, the woman whose cold shoulder being turned brought me more pain than any of the things Ian did to my body, would cling to me like this. This woman had access to my heart, my innocent soul, and she never even tried to nurture them. So this woman, the one holding me and crying over my broken body…there is no way she is the same Greta I know. It’s just not possible.

“Tilly…” I hear his voice as my eyes close, waiting for the next step in the dying process. Does the Goddess come to me or do I go to her for my judgment? A large hand strokes my cheek, tracing down the curve of my jaw, tilting my chin up and