Eleanor stood behind, her arms and body in stitches, her wavy dark hair messed up along her face.
Her skin was dark and dirty.
She looked a mess.
Like someone who had been under the ground for over a hundred years.
If you didn't know her, you would believe she was the one.
At first, Xaden had been in disbelief.
He knew that face, the arms, the hand, the body.
He knew everything about her.
She was the one who had raised him.
His very own mother.
But he had seen her head decapitated.
Hanging by the spikes of the pack walls.
He had done her funeral rites for her.
So why was she now standing in front of him, looking as though she had been through the valley of death and returned?
She was holding a silver dagger in her hand.
The very same thing that he could tell, she had used to stab Cherry.
"I told you your day of reckoning was finally going to come bitch." She spat at the dust on the floor.
Everyone just froze, unable to say a word.
