The gift of hope

Liberty’s POV

That was not meant to slip out, not now anyway. I had been so careful to watch what I said, making sure I didn’t say anything to lead him to my conclusion without further evidence. I never intended to tell anyone about the two bodies that stood out above the rest on the blood drenched battlefield. Saying it out loud would only breathe life into it, and it isn’t something I particularly want to relive.

It’s crystal clear in my memory. Every time I think about it, my blood turns to slush in my veins. I’m just standing there in shock and horror, watching as the blue halo surrounding them begins to dim, the snow on the ground around their bodies turns deep red and that all too familiar coppery smell begins to engulf me. Kendrick lays motionless only a few feet away, his head a short distance from the rest of him. No doubt Christian’s last act in my defense

If I don’t find a way to change the events between now and then, my mates will be stolen from me, forever. As far as I