My throat tightened as I stared at Nossy, her sneer a constant reminder of the chaos she had caused in my life. I must get the truth out of her—alone. The thought echoed in my mind like a mantra, desperate and urgent. If she said anything that didn’t sit right with me, I’d just snuff her out quietly. No one would know. No one would have a chance to turn on me. Worse, no one would start hunting me. It was safer that way. Easier.
I had heard enough whispers in the Shifters Uni to know that the rumors surrounding Deathroh’s daughter were growing louder by the day. They said she was still alive, walking the Earth, her very existence a threat to everyone—human and supernatural alike. The idea of her had become something of a myth, a whispered warning among those who sought to protect their own
