Chapter 96
She shivered cold as she pushed wide the massive doors of the castle. The night air rushed to meet her, biting her cheeks, but she was glad for it. It was honest, a contrast to the warmth of the castle walls that had encouraged lies for so long. Serena wrapped her arms around her as she emerged out into the darkness. The moon sat high, lean and unforgiving, casting out long shadows on the lawns.
Her mind replayed the memories she had seen in those damned papers. Killian's rise as the god of the werewolves had been paid for in the blood of his believers. She was picked to be the hundredth one, the one who would secure his throne for a further hundred years.
She did not look back as the castle diminished in the distance. Her form lightened with each step farther away, even as
