XADEN’S LAST MEMORY OF HIS MOTHER

Xaden dropped down to his knees instantly and his entire being shook for a while.

And then he became frozen.

Like he was unable to look his eyes were just locked on her head on the spikes/

It was like all further joy that he had had earlier on vanished.

Like they had never existed. Like this morning he had not whistled like there had been no smiles on his face.

He did not see her body anywhere simply her head and then her king black raven hair hung from her head.

"What is going on?" Erik asked from behind.

He had just caught on to them.

He stopped short. "Fuck."

There was serene silence.

The horses that had approached with the other wolves went quiet.

As if they too were acknowledging the gravity of the loss.

"How did this happen? How did you find out?" Erik asked.

Xaden was barely even listening to them .

It was like he was lost in his own little world.