Lucien
Wolves had scattered, but their whispers could still be heard.
They had not left entirely, they stuck around. No one would forget what they had seen… the silver glow in her blood.
It wasn’t something that could be explained away, no matter how Nicholas tried.
Lucien still stood in the circle. His gaze was fixed on the faint shine staining the carvings.
Nicholas broke the silence first.
“This is blasphemy. A curse! You saw what she did… what she is. That thing has no place here.”
Oliver leaned back in his chair, his smirk lazy, though his eyes gleamed with hunger.
“And yet, the circle answered her. The old ways cannot be faked.”
Soraya, quiet until now, spoke softly.
“The circle has not spoken in years. Perhaps we should ask why it chose her.”
Nicholas snarled.
“Ask? T
