Caroline's POV
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She was dead.
The pain pulling her into death's dark embrace was real. The agonising loneliness she felt at that moment had been real.
Her fear of what Marcellus would do next to Odessa and everyone else, and if the damage she left on him had been enough, WAS REAL.
She even crossed over to the afterlife... A place of seemingly boundless bliss with lush gardens and evergreen hills that stretched as far as the eye could see.
For the first time in years... She actually felt at peace. She was free of the mission the moon goddess gave her.
Caroline had been sitting with Elder Davina in the afterlife, underneath an apple tree, while dead wolf children laughed and ran in the nearby fields, the moonlight painting the land with silver.
"Wait, wait, wait... so you dated men back in the day?" Caroline giggled, as the old woman finished telling her a story of her love life. "I thought you were the equivalent of a human nun?"
