Naya’s breath hitched as Thalora’s words hung in the air. Her mind raced, trying to grasp what the witch meant. Something dear to her? What could that be? But as fear warred with ambition, her desperation won. She straightened her posture, forcing confidence into her voice.
“I’ll give whatever it takes,” Naya said firmly. “As long as Lucian’s wolf accepts me as his mate, I’m willing to sacrifice anything.”
Thalora smiled again, but it was a cruel, knowing smile. “Very well,” she said. “You will have your chance. We must act quickly, for the Alpha’s wolf is on the hunt even as we speak. The blood ritual must be performed tonight. If it succeeds, by morning, his wolf will recognize you.”
Naya nodded, her determination unwavering despite the icy dread creeping up her spine. “Then let’s do
