Chapter Forty Seven

(Lena's POV)

There were no screams this time.

"Lena," I heard Damien's voice call.

"I am fine," I answered, rising to my feet.

"She did it," Aradia said to no one in particular.

"What did she do?"

"She overcame them; she overcame her 'nightmares', and now she is free."

"What next?" I asked, still feeling overwhelmed but wanting to hear any information that had to do with my mother. I didn't want to think about the 'vision'—if I could call it that—seeing the wolves in a puddle of their own blood. Though I knew it wasn't exactly real, it still felt strange, and there was something in me—something that had changed since that. I didn't know what exactly that was, I was still trying to figure out if that was a positive change.

"I'll take my leave," she says.

"What? But you just arrived? I thought you wanted to tell me things."

"What things?"

"Other things, like the prophecy and what really is going on, you cannot just leave like that."

"I have fulfilled the reason I was sent; I would retur