#Chapter38

Freja POV:

The smell of flowers, bark and grass, flooded my nose. The birds were singing beautifully, and the sun was shining brightly. I opened my eyes, and I was lying beneath an old willow tree. Its leaves swayed in the wind and brushed against my skin; I felt so at peace.

Wait! Am I dead? I quickly sat up and looked around, not recognizing any of my surroundings. I tried to remember how I got here, but the last thing I remembered was Lazarus fighting with a large black wolf. Shit, maybe I am dead? I stood to my feet and walked closer to the tree; it was...