Chapter 109

The creature dropped its head as if he were ashamed of what it had become. Flashbacks of Artor, the werewolf creature that had helped to rescue her from Wuden and his Wild hunt band. A sliver of hope filled Neivayka, maybe he would not die if she destroyed the Shadow inside of him. Maybe he would be free as she had hoped.

The thought had barely formed before the creature lifted his head once more, revealing a smile that was as horrifying as it was beautiful on Theo’s face. The purple eyes that she had always loved had now melted away to black pits reminiscent of moonlit nights in the dark of winter that seemed to go on forever.

White teeth had become pointed and razor-sharp like terrifying needles sticking out in every direction. From Neivayka's beautiful, beloved Theo came a hideous Monster.

-You’ll never be rid of me, Neivayka. - Whispered a voice in her head that was all too familiar.

-Brother! - Shouted the Shadow inside her, rising to meet it.