Maris leaned on the wall, shrouded in an invincible cloak as she keenly watched the room's occupants. All except Nia were oblivious to her presence. The ancient figure, cloaked in dark robes that whispered secrets of a thousand years, felt the surge of power coursing through her veins. A master of both witchcraft and demonic magic, she was tasked with a mission that could shift the balance of power in favor of Vesper. Never had she thought that spying would be a good job. But it was. Being an orphaned member of the pack even added more thrill to it.
Elena’s father had ravished and destroyed her village, massacring her kind. She wallowed in misery till Vesper rescued her. To Maris, Vesper was nothing but a savior and the love she harbored for him was nothing but immeasurable. She was ready
