She died? How did she die?
"Shall we go to the confession chamber?"
Rory nodded.
Claire watched them walk away from her, disappearing through heavy oak doors.
She was the only one in the room.
"Dear goddess, keep King Yeren alive long enough for me to have my revenge, no matter how little."
She took a seat at the front row pew. An hour and a few minutes had passed when Rory and the Priest returned to the room.
"May your heart always remain pure." She heard the man telling her sister.
"Would you still like to pray?"
Claire shook her head.
"I believe I have had enough prayers for one day."
Grasping Aurora's arm, they both left the room.
"What were you telling him?"
"About the ugliest days of my life. With every day we live through, the blood moon becomes stronger… and the bond between that wolf and myself becomes stronger."
Claire's mouth fell open.
"Is there anything the priest can do to help you?"
Aurora shook her head.
"Tell me, why did you dream of me dying?"
