I was still gasping for air when Zyanya approached me, wiping her hands on her eggplant-purple pants. “You see, there are simply too many loopholes that people take when I only issue commands verbally, even when I gave an alpha command,” she said, again speaking to me like I was a child. “This death mark will ensure you are much more motivated to do as you’re told.” She smiled at me, and her eyes seemed to shimmer with gold. “Celeste, I order you to kill Fenris, Lunar Lord, before the end of the total solar eclipse, or the mark over your heart shall burn you to ash from the inside out.” She took a breath as her smile grew. “If you try to speak a word of this to anyone, you will burn. If you try to pledge your loyalty to the Lunar Lord over me, you will burn. If you try to communicate with
