“They’re going to die like they did.”

A soft monotone voice turned Diana’s attention from the empty space before her to the direction of the one who had spoken. For a moment, when their eyes met, her heart thumped for reasons she could not possibly comprehend.

Unlike Talia, Diana felt a connection with Talia.

Was it because she knew Talia’s demise that she felt this agitation? Was it guilt?

Diana did not know.

In a raspy voice, Diana forced herself to speak. “T-Talia?”

Talia was about to step forward when she was reminded of the incident earlier. A certain grumpy wolf would kill her if her scent lingered around Diana,...