(Myra's POV)
"GOO~ … DIE~ …. BURN~ …." I heard Aamon screaming manically. My body trembled; my heart lurched when he threw me back without an ounce of restraint. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the thunderous impact.
I heard the anguished wails of the four brothers~ … screaming, panicking, calling my name, followed by the guttural sounds of their wolves. Then all went completely blank. No sound~ … no noise~ …. no howling~ …. absolutely nothing. A sense of utter calm washed over me. The faces of the ones I love flashed before my very eyes, one after another.
Mom says when someone is nearing their death, they have a flashback of their entire life's journey at once. I guess this is how I am finally going to meet my end. 'It is kind of bittersweet,' I chuckled, not knowing what else to do.
