Third Person POV
Deep beneath the French Quarter, in chambers older than New Orleans itself, ancient eyes opened. The being that called itself Madam Evangeline stirred for the first time in centuries, drawn from her slumber by the surge of supernatural energy above.
Her form shifted between shadows as she moved through tunnels that hadn't seen light since before wolves first walked these lands.
Not vampire, not witch, not wolf - something older. Something that remembered when Selene first blessed the mate bonds, when supernatural society was still raw and new.
And now, after centuries of waiting, another transformation approached. But this time, she wouldn't merely witness it.
She would consume it.
Because while others saw prophecy and destiny in the white wolf's power, Evangeli
