#Chapter 132 – To War

Anton, Laila and I slowly cross the wasteland outside Death’s palace. Light from all three moons beam down upon us, almost like they gathered to watch. I glance up, my eyes catching on the crescent moon, which was always my favorite. I grin, knowing now why, considering who and what it signifies. I glance to the right at my boy, who walks there. Except now he’s not a boy, is he? No, Anton has shifted into his wolf and pads gigantic at my side, all blue and lovely. I reach out a hand, rushing it over his fur, and my boy glances down at me, baring his teeth in a wolfish grin. I smile back, looking up at Laila who rides high on his shoulders, pleased with the way that the breeze I’ve conjured up blows back her blue-green hair, tosses the long silk strands of her dress back behind her. She looks…incredible. Like a dream. Sensing my gaze, Laila glances down at me and gives me an eager grin. I laugh a little, turning my eyes back to Death’s palace and striding ahead a little.