The witch stepped back, watching him as if appraising her own handiwork. Then, with a swirl of her cloak, her body loosened into smoke, her face the last thing to fade.
She seeped through the cracks of the dungeon door, curling through the corridors unseen.
There was only one thought in her mind now — one purpose that eclipsed all others.
Find the Dark Alpha.
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The news of Lord Peter’s demise spread through the castle like wildfire.
Before the sun had reached its zenith, the death of Lord Peter Nightshade was on every tongue, from the lowest kitchen hand to the highest noble.
The guard captain’s voice had trembled when he delivered the report to the throne room.
They had found Peter slumped against the wall of his cell, no signs of struggle, no wounds… yet his face was twisted in
