CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
The black lake lay dark and glassy under the climbing sunrise, its surface reflecting the golden light like a mirror that had never truly been cleansed.
The sisters skidded to a halt at the tree line, chests heaving, smoke from the collapsing sanctuary still clinging to their clothes.
Elena stared at the lone figure standing on the shore…young, strong, with her own eyes and Jax’s steady jawline. The rifle in the girl’s hands was steady, aimed directly at the group.
The girl spoke again, her voice calm and eerily familiar, carrying the same quiet strength Elena had once heard in her own reflections.
“Hello, Mother. Hello, sisters. I’ve been waiting for this day. Grandmother trained me from the cradle to protect the legacy. The black lake is the final gate. The over
