“I have an unfinished deal with you” a voice filled with anger and revenge said out loud.
In the heart of the forbidden mountains,the moon hung low and red like a watchful eye, an eye filled with hatred, cloaked in black from head to toe, stood Victoria, the banished wolf queen.
She stood at the edge of her throne room, staring at the burning torches as their flames twisted in obedience to her will. Her long black cloak fluttered in the breeze that wasn’t really there, her raven hair fell down her back like a waterfall of night.
She was very beautiful and cruel. Her eyes, violet and vicious, scanned the room before settling on the mirror mounted above her throne.
"The time draws near, My heart still aches" she murmured to herself, tracing the rim of a ceremonial dagger with one black-
