AVA'S POV
Silas opened his mouth to argue, but Madame Lira raised her hand. The elder seer stood up, her cane tapping against the stone. She didn't look at Silas, and she didn't look at Draken. Her milky eyes were fixed entirely on me. Cold ran through my legs.
“The girl is innocent of this blood,” Madame Lira whispered, her voice carrying a strange, eerie sound that gave me goosebumps. “The wolves of the North Pack are blind to the true shadows. She did not tear that throat.”
Silas frowned. “Madame Lira, the symbol—”
“But death still walks beside her,” Lira continued, ignoring him. “The Moon Goddess does not tie kingdoms together without consequence. A stray from the South Pack does not ascend to a Lycan throne without a blood toll. This dead Alpha is not a crime, Silas. It is a sympt
