Elise rises slowly from her knees, and her eyes narrow in my direction. "I suppose I am waiting for your brother, my mate, to take his rightful place on the throne."
"You are not worthy of my brother," I growl in her direction.
"You don't know your brother at all," Elise throws her head back in a fake laugh. "He hates you."
"Lies," I scream as my claws break through the tips of my fingers. "My brother loves me."
Elise shifts into a small gray wolf and growls over her mother. The oracle tries to scoot away from under her daughter, but Oliver rips her out from under Elise's wolf.
Oliver's claws extend, and he digs them into the shoulder of the oracle while her daughter watches on helplessly. "Shift back," he commands Elise, but she doesn't listen.
Elise lunges for O
