Vespera’s POV
The infirmary lights flickered once before settling, and the silence that followed Ragnar’s words felt considerably more threatening than the shaking walls.
We have been calling her our mate because we were designed to forget what she really is.
I stared at Damon, whose expression had hardened while the black veins spreading across his wrist slowly disappeared beneath his sleeve.
“What exactly does that mean?” I demanded.
“I was hoping your wolf would explain.” He said.
“My wolf has recently developed a talent for speaking in riddles, so don't hold your breath.” I said.
Damon looked as though he wanted to argue, but Callum interrupted us by checking the computer. Every file had vanished, leaving only a black screen with a silver symbol pulsing in the center.
“That sys
