KRISTINE
As soon as the door closed behind them, I stood there smiling. That girl... Margaret. Just like her mother.
I looked at the small bowl on my table, still steaming a little from the potion. I didn’t clean it up right away. I liked the smell. Strong. Sharp. A little dangerous.
“Hmph,” I muttered to myself. “She thinks she’s different. But she’s just like Jillian.”
I turned to my chair and sat slowly. My bones cracked as I leaned back. The old wood creaked, but I didn’t mind.
“She came here... years ago,” I whispered. “Just like her daughter now. Eyes full of hunger.”
I laughed quietly. I could still see Jillian’s face that day. Pretty and proud, wearing a cloak too fancy for the forest.
“What do you want, Jillian?” I had asked her.
“I want Alpha Victor to love me,” she ha
