Aleah POV
"Open your eyes and look at what he did," I said, my voice cutting through the thick, suffocating mist of the Lycan King's subconscious.
The memory flared to life around us, a blinding flash of ancient light that smelled of old parchment and damp earth. We were standing inside the mind of the King, watching a scene from hundreds of years ago. A woman stood in the centre of a sunlit courtyard. She had honey-blond hair, light freckles dusted across her nose, and bright green eyes that made the royal guards lower their spears just to watch her smile.
"Is that Queen Yasmin?" Mitchell muttered, his ghost-like hand reaching out toward the memory of his mother.
"Do not touch her," I snapped, pulling him back by his leather collar. "Look closer at her eyes."
We watched the memory sh
