36. Zena

Cillian hauled me to my feet as I spluttered, unable to clear the invisible smoke from my lungs. I thrashed in his arms, still able to feel the searing heat as my clothes charred into my skin.

"Zena! What did you see!”

I’m a wreck. The fire burning so brightly right next to me isn’t helping either. I plunge my face into Cillian’s chest and let out a deep, primal scream.

Padgett was dead. Luna Ruth appears batshit insane. Maddox is there, but I don’t know what it all means. Well, I know it’s not a win for Shadowlands. And it's happening tomorrow.

Alpha Cillian holds me until the hallucinatory pain ebbs away.

I don’t want to die. /No shit, who would!/ Sybil manages to mock, albeit with a pained whimper. /Think I'm dead now, though after that/ she added.

I tried to grin at her deadpan attempt at humour before realising Cillian was smothering me in his huge, solid chest.

I squirm, forcing him to release me.

“What the hell have you just seen?”

“I’m...I see Luna Ruth celebrating, Pa