The room was dead silent. The only sound was the ragged breathing of the witch as she trembled on the floor, her wide, unseeing eyes glowing with an eerie light.
Kieran’s fingers curled into fists, his voice sharp. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Mark stepped forward cautiously, his jaw tight. “The true queen? What does that mean?”
The witch let out a choked gasp, her body convulsing before she slammed her palm against the ground. Her breath came in shallow, rapid gulps. Then, as if something invisible forced the words out of her, she whispered, “The rightful Alpha. The one who was never meant to die.”
A chill swept through the room.
Kieran’s mind raced. “Who is she?”
The witch shook her head violently. “I don’t know! I don’t see faces—only shadows and blood. But she’s coming,
