When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 397 The Sky About to Change

Waylon sucked in another rough breath.

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He stared out toward the distant sky, then clapped Flynn heavily on the shoulder. His voice was low and grave, each word deliberate. “Flynn, if my suspicions are right, then the sky over Ocean City is about to change. Chaos is coming.”

Flynn’s expression grew grim.

He didn’t want to believe it, but deep down he knew his father was right.

“Dad, don’t worry. I’ll guard Ocean City. We’ll wait here until Baron brings Natalie back.”

“You have my thanks.”

Waylon patted his son’s shoulder once more before retreating into his study. Flynn knew he was reporting Rachel’s treachery to the authorities.

Natalie, meanwhile, had no idea that her disappearance had drawn so many powers out to the open sea.

She sat beside Beth, who was bleeding heavily, her face pale. “Do you want me to ask Kasen for some medicine to stop the bleeding? At this rate, you won’t last until the auction.”

Natalie wasn’t especially sympathetic toward Beth.

Everyone trapped here had their own past, their own darkness. Even if Beth was only here for her son’s sake, Natalie didn’t consider them allies.

Their earlier cooperation had been nothing but necessity.

She still didn’t know what fate awaited her.

on Beth. Even if Beth had managed to send

didn’t want Beth to

already shaken her too much—she couldn’t watch another person’s

Natalie missed Baron

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lips had lost nearly all color. She could feel her strength draining with

to live, but begging Kasen for medicine would be walking into the wolf’s jaws. She couldn’t endure more torment, and she would never give

Natalie’s worried gaze–even if it

head. “No.

stop the bleeding?” Natalie pressed,

Burn some tobacco, use the ashes to cover the wound. It’ll

was an

hesitate. She pulled cigarettes and a lighter from Beth’s

determination behind the awkward motions

so long since anyone had shown her

concern wasn’t pure sympathy–even if it was partly fear of being left alone-

for so long, numb to what life should feel like, even this small

Natalie didn’t notice.

about

survived, there was still a buffer of safety, still time for Baron to

hands shook as she finally lit the cigarette. She tried to mimic how others smoked, took a deep drag–and immediately choked, coughing hard, tears spilling down

striking, only deepened with the tear–streaked, fragile look on