Claire
Darkness envelops the room as I stand before the enchanted mirror, its crimson frame adorned with intricate carvings of entwined wolves that seem to come alive under my gaze. My heart races, a bitter taste invading my mouth as an image begins to form within the glass. It’s Christian, my son, and he is alive. Beside him, Ellen, his infuriatingly perfect mate, cradles her swollen belly, a look of pure joy on her face.
“Damn it all,” I mutter, clenching my fists tightly, my nails digging into my palm.
I worked so hard to have Christian murdered, and then I poisoned his father - their deaths were supposed to make it possible for me to step up as the new Alpha. But no. My spot is threatened by the fact that Christian is alive, unknowingly taunting me from beyond the mirror’s surface.
