***Bane’s POV***
The library had grown colder as the night stretched on, their lone candle guttering low, but neither of them moved to leave. Not when they were so close.
Lizzy slid another weathered tome across the table, its leather cover cracked, the crest of an ancient coven barely visible on its spine. “This one—look here.”
Bane leaned in, scanning the jagged script. It wasn’t prophecy this time, not exactly, but history—accounts of the first war, when Selene herself had walked among mortals.
His chest tightened as the words sank in.
The sirens came with honeyed voices, cloaked in wolf’s skin. They turned alphas against their mates, sowed division where packs had once stood strong. In their wake came ruin—the hybrid scourge, born of stolen bonds and twisted blood. Only when the W
