Savanna glanced at her husband as they stepped into the oracle’s house. The air hit them instantly—stale, rotten, heavy with something ancient. The woman sat at a crooked table, staring out the window.
“Alpha Elijah. Luna Savanna,” she murmured. “Sit.”
They obeyed.
“I assume the matter is urgent.” Her cloudy eyes shifted to them.
“It’s about my son’s fiancée,” Elijah said tightly. He despised this woman, but she held answers he couldn’t ignore. “She’s been through hell. We need to know how to help her.”
“You can’t help her.” The oracle folded her arms. “Lycan blood amplifies everything—good or bad. When she was kidnapped and raped, her wolf detached.”
Savanna froze. Terror stabbed through her. She had never told Elijah the full truth. Her husband sat motionless, but she felt his rage
