Chapter Thirty-Four

Channon’s POV

I hear her by my side as I slip in and out of consciousness. Her soft voice is low and she often talks to someone called Selina out loud, but there is no one else in the room. Too weak to talk and unable to move, I let the peacefulness of sleep take me as often as possible. Ophelia has been tending to me with her herbs and spices, the sting of their pungent aroma makes my eyes smart even in this condition. I dream of so many things from my past and visions of what I believe is the future for me and my pack. Terrible visions that make me scream silently and claw at the vail of sleep, trying to break free.

White Claw comes to me in my less lucid moments and we talk about the past. How I have become the leader he always knew I would be. But there was a time when he wasn’t so sure that I would become his great leader. The day of my eighteenth birthday was bitter sweet. Happy to be alive but consumed by grief and an over powering need for revenge on Julius and