Deep within the heart of her shadow fortress, Lila stood surrounded by dark flames and swirling cursed winds. Her chamber was a shrine to ancient darkness, where whispers of long-dead spirits echoed through the stone walls. She had just received the news.
Ella had survived.
The poison failed.
Sisi was dead. Julianne, exposed. The secret lines inside Damian’s pack were collapsing.
Lila’s hand trembled—not from fear, but from the storm building inside her. Her black gown fluttered in the unnatural wind, eyes glowing with blood-red fury.
BOOM!
A table exploded as she slammed her hand against it. Flames roared from the stone floor as the shadows howled.
The door burst open.
Zara stumbled inside, clearly summoned by the witch’s wrath. “L-Lila—”
Before she could finish, she was thrown o
