Blackfeather Woods That girl is poison

"Things of magical strength...charms, hexes...bones..." She looked up at her daughter, locking eyes with her and wondering if she would get her meaning. She didn't want to explain it out loud, to describe tearing her flesh being torn away and used for magical spells. Neither that, she had little to no energy left. She spoke her piece and laid against Burke, her eyes closing. She was so tired...


But she was not gone yet. She opened her eyes to slits, coughing softly. "Leave us." She commanded to her daughter. She needed alone time with her mate.