POV: Elena
"There is something about you," he whispered, his voice raw. "Your energy... it feels like a memory I can't quite catch."
"It’s the Siphon power," I lied, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "We are mirrors, Alpha. We reflect what people project. You are simply seeing your own desperation."
He stared at me for a long, agonizing moment, his gaze searching the lace of my mask as if he could see through the enchantment. I held my breath, praying that the wolf-bane and the mask would hold. If he realized who I was now, in this room, everything I had built for the twins would crumble.
Finally, he looked away, a muscle jumping in his jaw. He picked up the quill and sliced a small cut into his thumb with a silver dagger. He pressed his blood onto the parchment.
