LIAM'S P.O.V.
I led her into the war room like I wasn’t walking beside a woman I’d once thought decapitated. Irene’s steps were calm, deliberate, like she belonged here. Like the floor itself bent to her command.
Jake was the first to react.
He took one look at her and froze. “No f*****g way,” he muttered.
Carlos blinked. “Is that...?”
“Irene Winchester,” I said, my voice taut. “Back from the damn dead.”
Zach’s mouth fell open. “That’s not possible. I saw her body.”
“She sawed her way out of death, apparently,” I muttered.
Irene gave a regal nod to the stunned table of warriors, as if she’d just walked in from a pleasant walk and not a resurrection.
I turned to face them. “She says she’s here to help us. Claims she was revived by an old god after Cray’s attack and has been waiting
