CHAPTER 211
"A wise choice, Alpha Silas," Elena murmured, her sweet voice echoing with a dark, triumphant ring that seemed to vibrate straight into the marrow of their bones.
She glided back toward the center of the semicircle, leaving Kaelen slumped against the base of the stone pillar, drawing ragged, weeping breaths of air that finally had a temperature again.
"You wolves have spent centuries believing the Great War had ended with your absolute victory," Elena murmured, her voice dripping with a smooth, mocking pity that cut deeper than any insult.
She began to pace a slow, deliberate line in front of the semi-circle of heavy oak chairs, the obsidian vial caught between her pale fingers. "You write your little histories, you sing your victory songs around campfires, and you tell your pups that the vampires were entirely eradicated from this continent. You patted yourselves on the back for cleansing the land."
