One Week Earlier
Moira:
I crushed the petals of offensive bloom in my hands, obliterating it. The past was done, it did me no favors to visit it. No matter how much I savored the feel of their phantom blood soaking my body.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself a few more moments to delight in the memory of violence and revenge, the wicked pleasures wrapping around my heart seductively, filling the corners of my mind with whispers of other forbidden temptations.
The mangled petals fell from my hands, discarded as easily as I had discarded the light of the sun.
“Enter.”
The doors before me opened immediately at my command, held open by two guards and allowing the three wolves to enter. They stood before me in their two-legged form, fidgeting quietly. I reveled in their discomfort.
‘Thi
