Leah
Andromeda released her.
The body crumpled. Hit the stone floor with the graceless weight of something that had stopped being a person before it finished falling. Rayanna lay in a heap of torn robes and dark hair, her dull eyes staring at the ceiling, the light in them extinguished. The shadows I'd poured into her retreated, sliding from her skin, rejoining the darkness that composed my wolf's body.
The Raven Witch was dead.
The mountain felt it. A tremor ran through the stone beneath our paws, subtle, deep, as if the foundations of this place recognized that the thing anchoring it to a purpose had been severed. Dust drifted from the ceiling. Somewhere in the distance, stone groaned against stone.
Andromeda stood over the body. Her massive head lowered, golden eyes studying the wi
