Page 240 of Cursed Nevermore

“Bastian should be here. He’ll know where Wolfe is.”

We left the room and headed deeper into the house looking for Bastian.

I couldn’t wait to see Wolfe to tell him the news.

I could hardly believe it.

My life was mine again and I remembered everything. The good and the bad. And everything in between with Thaden.

Gods, I’d been through so much.

We rounded the corner and heard voices in the living room. It was Bastian and Alaric.

When we went inside, we were met with the grim expressions on their faces.

A weight dropped inside me, and I knew at once that something was wrong.

“What happened?” I asked, the words tumbling out.

Alaric glanced at Bastian and stepped forward.

“It’s Wolfe,” he said hoarsely.

“What’s happened to him?” Panic gripped my insides.

“He’s been taken prisoner at the palace.” He sighed. “For Dreynthor’s murder.”

The world tilted.

“And…” Alaric balled his hand into a fist. “He transformed into a wraith. We cannot get him back from the palace.”

The words settled between us, crushing the fragile hope I’d just gathered in my hands.

Ice flooded my veins, locking my lungs, my limbs, my thoughts. And all I could do was stand there as the ground beneath me fractured, and the world I’d just reclaimed shattered again.

To be continued …