NARRATIVE POV
Dark Sister sat upon her throne.
Her faithful reformed wolves surrounded her. All vying for her attention, but she wasn’t in the mood.
Vincent had managed to elude her all these years.
Yet again, he made her look like a fool.
And yet again, she knew what she should have done.
Instead of ending his life, turning him to dust, never to be a threat again, she thought to spare him and let him live the remainder of eternity in his own prison cell—a cage designed to keep the wickedest of wolves imprisoned.
She, yet again, underestimated Vincent and his dark thirst for power. His thirst to possess her.
She had been searching for him for decades. Never find anything alarming. It baffled her, but there was nothing she could have done to find him faster.
She was forced to wait
