Chapter Voresta
Voresta
The grave was covered over. Ivy was sealed inside. The Ascension was underway. Voresta wiped the sweat from his brow as he retreated from the mound of disturbed soil that signified where his Broodmate was swaddled within the earth.
They made it. Where he’d failed with Elia, he’d succeeded with Ivy. It was a bittersweet feeling. The persistent ache of Elia’s loss warred with the satisfaction of finally triumphing over Killian.
Voresta tossed the shovel aside and positioned himself near the grave to commence his watch. It was going to be a long week, but he would do whatever it took to ensure that his Sire’s Resonant would successfully complete her Ascension.
Finare was nowhere to be seen—he’d retreated inside after Ivy was covered by the soil. Leseldh stood nearby during the burial and turned to Voresta once the process was complete.
“You’ve done well, Voresta. This is our final challenge, and I know you won’t fail me.” Pride swelled within Voresta’s chest. His Sire’s approval was a balm for his tortured soul.
“Yes, Sire,” Voresta nodded obsequiously.
“Phaedra will remain with you. If there’s trouble, or you have need of anything, she will alert me.” Upon Leseldh’s words, Phaedra swept down from the skies to land on a nearby hedge. Voresta glanced at her to find her staring directly at him.
“Thank you.”
Leseldh squeezed Voresta’s shoulder before returning to the house. Voresta watched him go, before blowing out a breath.
“And now we wait.”