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She grabbed the phone and typed something.
“Natasha,” Raymond asked.
She looked at him. “What?”
“What are you doing?”
She smiled and finished typing. “Let’s watch how the fun is going to unfold.”
She ran, and Raymond ran behind her.
They stood and watched from afar.
I shuddered as I heard the talons of the twins.
Her brother’s gift and Heico’s mind connecting them all made them sane at night again, no matter how far they were from him.
Why he never picked these two up as lost wolves, beats me.
They were chasing Sonia, toying with her.
They didn’t even speak Mahur. I never heard a wolf speaking English before.
Bibi finally caught up to Sonia and pinned her down.
The twins were turning ruthless, just like their guardian.
Natasha’s laugh echoed for a moment, sharp and cruel, before vanishing as Cassandra stepped forward, toying with her prey in ways that made the air thicken.
“Let’s go,” she said, voice low, dangerous.
Raymond’s eyes flicked toward her. “What’s going to happen to her?”
“She tried to bring wolves into our coven to destroy us,” Natasha said, voice flat, almost amused. “What do you think?”
He said nothing. She swung onto her Ducati, tires spinning, and vanished into the night.
I followed, though every fiber of me resisted. No matter how hard I tried to sever the tether, it always pulled me along.
I didn’t want to watch what came next. I knew Adrienne didn’t have the guts to kill Sonia herself. She’d let Morgan handle it, and I could already picture the twisted glee that would cross her face when the deed was done.
We steppedinto the throne room. The twins were already human again. Ravane pulled them back into flesh tonight.
“Don’t do this, Morgan. Please,” I begged, voice raw. Always begging. Always unheard.
“Nothing?” Cassandra pressed, sharp and cautious.
“Nothing,” Morgan spat, anger flashing in her eyes. I wished she’d stop lying to her.
“Where are Paul and the others?” Cassandra asked, glancing at Morgan crouched over Sonia, palms framing her face like some dark ritual.
“Don’t do this. She’s controlling you. This isn’t what you want,” Sonia pleaded, her voice breaking.
Morgan froze. My pulse hammered. “Listen to her, Morgan. Fight.”
“Blaze,” Cassandra murmured. I dropped to my knees on the other side of Sonia, watching Morgan. Something had shifted, paranoia flickered behind her eyes. Sonia might be the key to breaking it.
Morgan squinted down at Sonia. Her lips curled, teeth bared. “Why?” she hissed, a whisper that carried venom.
