Alaric POV
“I’m sorry, Master. I—It wasn’t my fault—"
Alaric gave the Seer Nyxa a curt nod, watching as she splayed her hands on Keshra’s trembling head, both their eyes fading to obsidian. Keshra had failed him, and he needed to know if she was telling the truth—or if she’d lied.
He didn’t flinch when Keshra cried out in excruciating pain, her body spasming. Nyxa didn’t stop.
They had no empathy, no feelings, and no heart. Literally.
When she finally let go, Keshra collapsed, blood trailing from her nose. Alaric didn’t even glance down.
“And?” he asked, tapping his foot.
“She was telling the truth, Alpha,” Nyxa said, smiling eerily. “A witch interfered. Seraphina Rhiannon.”
He nodded. “Should we be worried about this witch?”
“No. Let me deal with her. And her sisters.”
“Take her
