28. Deadly And Bloody

AMANISA’S POV

I think I am coming down with something.

It has to be that because I was beginning to hate myself for appearing so weak. I have been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past few days which was so unlike me.

I get that what happened in the tomb was a blessing in disguise but I hated the fact that I had presented myself as a weakling to Kovan. I wanted everyone to know that I was strong and had all it took to destroy everyone that was involved in my parent's death and the extinction of my house.

“What you experienced earlier wasn't a trance, Ama. I made it happen so we can escape the Lycan King’s suspicions.”

Arla confessed, stunning me.

“How is that possible, Arla? it was so similar to how I used to when I was younger. You could have prepared me for that at least.”

I etched. It was a pain that I had to appear weak and venerable after pouring out my heart as I did in the tomb. My heart was still heavy because whether I accepted it or not, I have been buried an