Sierra's POV
"Hello, Sierra," an unfamiliar, breathy voice said. The woman standing before me didn't look any older than her mid-thirties. She had shoulder-length golden blonde hair and dazzling green eyes that looked me up and down as if I were her prey, which I might have been about to be. She was wearing a long velvet dress of midnight green that looked almost black now that I didn't have my wolf eyes to see the different shades mixed together.
"Who the he** are you?" I asked, backing up until my back touched the railing.
"That's not important," she breathed, smiling and showing her yellow teeth, which sent a chill down my spine. "And before you scream, just remember that I have power, and you don't. I'll kill anymore before they can so much as reach the foot of this place." Hopef
