The next morning, a sliver of sunlight pierced through the heavy velvet curtains of Seraiya's room, disturbing her slumber. A persistent knock echoed through the space. "Who is it?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep, the words barely audible.
The door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of her Beta, Michael. "You have a call coming in from the office phone," he said, his tone formal, yet a hint of curiosity danced in his eyes.
Seraiya blinked, trying to shake off the lingering tendrils of sleep. "Who is it?" she asked again, finally pushing herself up against the ornate headboard.
Michael stepped further into the room, his expression unreadable. "A woman named Leslie. She claims to be the Matriarch of a coven in Russia. She insisted I tell you she knew Anya."
Seraiya's eyes wi
