Ethan's POV
The words stuck in my throat as I gawked at the woman slowly descending to the ground. My heart beat like crazy looking at the woman who once was my whole world. My wolf was silent, showing no signs of not recognizing his mate.
She looked like Emily, everything about her was a replica of my first mate, but the look in her eyes was different. Her gaze promised darkness and doom. There was no compassion in her eyes.
"My Queen." Theodore kneeled before her.
The witch waved her hand, and a dark mist floated around her, turning into a dark dress. She patted Theodore's head with the second hand, not even sparing him a glance.
"You did well. But now it's time to move." She said in a sickly sweet voice before she snapped her fingers, and a bright white light blinded me.
"Ethan!"
