The corridor outside the Alpha’s chamber was silent, but not empty.
Logan’s mother lingered in the dark, her lips twitching into that serpent’s smile again. Her tears had dried the moment the guards dragged her out, and now only venom sat in her eyes.
“Foolish boy,” she whispered, her fingers grazing the black stones hidden inside her robe. “So stubborn… so blind. But he’ll learn. He will stay beneath me. He will understand who the f**k really rules this house.”
Her voice shook with a husky hunger, the kind only witches and mothers driven half-mad could carry. She tilted her head back, her smirk widening as she traced a crude rune on her wrist. The black sigil glowed faintly, eating into her skin like fire.
“There’s more,” she murmured to herself. “So much more.”
Her laughter slithere
