The air in the coven’s sanctuary was thick with the scent of burning sage and aged parchment. Candles flickered along the stone walls, casting eerie shadows over the ancient tomes spread out before Sareena. Her usually steady hands trembled as she flipped through the brittle pages, whispering incantations under her breath.
Something was wrong.
What happened to Silas last night wasn’t just the pull of the full moon. He was an Alpha—a powerful one. His control had always been unshakable. But last night, she saw something else.
Something dark.
She muttered a spell of revelation, her voice steady despite the growing dread in her chest. The runes before her shimmered, rearranging themselves into a pattern no one had seen in centuries.
Then she saw it.
Her blood ran cold.
"No..." she whi
