Shifted Fate (Amy) novel Chapter 117

Chapter: 117

Chapter 117

1 closed the door and turned back to my mom. She was leaning against the door frame with a look on her face that I couldn’t read. We went back to the bathroom, and she leaned in. “How am I supposed to stay here for four years and deal with that man after finding everything out?”

“I don’t know. But at least you have a good reason to be mail. You can hold this against him for

She nodded and then shut the water off. “I have to go downstairs and clean up.”

or a while.”

I grabbed her arm. “That can wait until tomorrow. Today has been a very long day.” I looked out the window, and the sun was starting to come up. “A very long day.” She nodded, and I noticed the bags under her eyes. “Lets catch some sleep on my brand new bed, and we can try to figure everything out later today.” We crawled into the new bed, and I am thankful it was delivered and we made it up with fresh sheets last night before the whole pizza

fiasco.

Within minutes, we were both out cold..

I was running through a forest I didn’t recognize. The trees were dark and stunning. A slightly familiar feeling fell over me as I ran around these giant trees. The trees were bigger than any I have seen before.

I searched for something, someone that could tell me where I was, but my feet were getting sucked into the damp mod.

“Where the fuck am I?”

“You know where you are, silly girl.” I turned and faced my dad’s grandmother.

“Grandma?”

“Yes pup.” She wrapped her arm around my middle and together we stepped over the soggy ground. Every step brought us deeper into the dark forest.

“Why are we in a forest?”

“This isn’t just any forest…this is the place where my family is from. The birth of our line is here, and there is something you need to see, I think.”

“Why?”

“It will help you understand where you power came from, and why the goddess of wolves would work with our power.” She pulled me deeper. The trees hung with vines, and the sweltering heat had sweat dripping down my back. “Come. See the birth of our line.”

We walked for a few minutes and I heard a scream. One of anguish and desolation.

“No. Bring him back.” The woman’s words were filled with sobs. “Bring him back.” “What is going on?” I whispered to my grandmother.

“It is not for us to interfere, just witness.” She pulled me faster, and then we were running over the slippery ground. I stumbled over a root and landed on my hands and knees. My grandmother knelt next to me. “Watch.”

A young man was covered in bites, wolf bites from the looks of it, and the woman with flaming red hair bowed over his still body. The blood was dark and slow, giving the scene a deep sadness. “Bring him back.” She called out and once again, there was no answer. “I have worshipped you for my entire life.” Her voice was filled with pain. When the others turned from you, I stayed faithful.” She pushed her hands into the blood on the ground. She painted his blood on her face, down her arms. “I call on you, the three faced goddess, save my son. I call on you old gods to save my line. We have been faithful, we have been dutiful, we have been strong in the face of the new

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