Aesther could hear the howling of rains by her ears.
Restless and feverish.
She opened her eyes to find herself kneeling over wet stones. The rain was brutally splattering over the dark ground, rippling the reflection of the moon and hers.
Another vivid dream of her memories.
But she felt unfamiliar, having already lost fragments of what she remembered about this night.
It was the time of early winters, the air was freezing cold and sunk deep to her bones. Her body couldn't help but shiver, but even then she did not move.
Gradually, Aesther remembered why she was there.
Her imprisonment had ended a few months ago. But she carried no power in the palace. It had been too long since she last saw Ezrahl, and she needed to see him now. The Alpha was sentenced to death…
And she had to save him…
Why?
Aesther could not remember.
