"Do you mean that Olivia killed her?" Vladimir's voice was barely controlled, his expression the darkest anyone had ever seen.
Though Voren took his good looks from his father, the stress of this whole revelation from the past few weeks had inexplicably aged the man ten years. Deep lines carved his face, and his eyes held a grief that seemed bottomless.
Olivia had confessed everything and they knew it was impossible for her to have lied to them.
"Not exactly." The shaman's response came slowly, her ancient gaze fixed on all the new faces. Voren had left out the elders for now, focusing on his young leaders—those who would carry the pack's future on their shoulders.
"There are things your mother herself never knew. But the night she made the solemn vow to give her life for yours, her destiny was rewritten."
They hung on her words like their last breath, never making a sound for fear she might begin her riddles again.
