Lucius POV:
I couldn't help but wonder if the wolves had a hand in it. They had a way of leaving destruction in their wake—especially the kind that hurt the most. But the witches... Ah, the witches. The priestess generation, the ones who had locked me away in that cursed slumber, the ones who had betrayed me for power and selfish gain.
That was a story I would make them regret.
If I played my cards right, I could use her to destroy them all. But first, I needed to figure out how far she would go. What lines would she cross to get the revenge she craved? Would she truly be able to work alongside me without trying to betray me later?
Her kind had no loyalty. And yet, here she was, offering me hers in exchange for something darker.
I chuckled softly to myself in the void. What a tangled web we weave.
