CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

DARIUS' POV.

‘Spill.’ I'd told the seer four years ago on the night of the blood moon. 

‘My King. I bear grievous news, and it might shake your heart so, but it is for the good of the pack, the Kingdom, and for our King.’ She'd begun, with her voice sounding as soothing as waves. 

Her gray eyes held deep concern, and sadness as she regarded me, making her look more ominous with the circlet around her dark head. 

‘Go on.” I told her. 

‘She will die.’

‘What?’ I asked lightly, with a raised brow. 

‘She will leave you broken forever, and you'll forever regret every decision you've...