(The witch Sabine POV in Christina’s body)
My plan was about to come to fruition. Centuries of failure were about to provide the fruit of my labor. He thought that death would save him from my wrath. Sadly, he was mistaken. Well, he had not entirely left this earthly plane. I merely pressed pause on his life until I could bring him back.
I decorated my lair with the lifeless body of King George, the first werewolf. While many revered him for the rule he held, I despised him with every fiber of the soul I had left. If I even had one. He kept me under lock and key for half a century, like an animal. Yes, I tried to kill him. But no one needs to be caught up in the details.
I spun his body around in mid-air, reminding me of our death beds. Just before we took our last breaths, it provide
