Lyla
Around us, the Ferals began to retreat into the forest, as if their connection to Nathan had been severed with his death. Cassidy stood frozen a few steps away from us, her face had gone white with shock.
A strangled cry escaped my lips as I held Nathan close to my chest, hating the way my tears were falling on his still body, mingling with his blood. He looked peaceful in death, the torment of the possession finally lifted.
The friend I'd known since childhood was gone, but at least he'd died free.
Ramsey touched my shoulder, silently comforting me as I sobbed. I felt like my heart would explode, and somewhere in my mind, I knew the threat wasn't over. This was only the beginning.
I pressed a gentle kiss to Nathan's forehead, saying a final goodbye to the boy I'd once known before gently laying him down on the grass.
