#Chapter 22 – Piece of My Mind

“Ah, Princess Juniper Sinclair,” the God of Death says, turning his wicked grin on me. “What a pleasant surprise. Please.” He gestures forward towards the platform and I straighten my shoulders as I walk towards it, remembering who I am - that I have every ounce of my father’s strength and my mother’s courage in my veins. Anton trots proudly at my side and while stunned whispers of “wolf” and “ghost” and “tied” echo out around us, no one makes any move to stop him. A little regret echoes in me at that. Because honestly, I’d have liked to see them try. But when they don’t, I simply step up onto the platform, Anton joining me there and laying down at my feet. As the platform begins to rise I consider that Anton looks quite regal and beautiful like that, all stunning blue starlight and powerful wolfish pride. I smile down at him and he glances up at me, flashing his teeth once in support. I take a deep breath then, refocusing my eyes on Orion standing below me, the smile falling f