I paced across my throne room, long nails in my mouth as I chewed on them. I was nervous and anxious. The plan didn't work. I was not able to get the girl alone to seize her. Instead, she cast all the spirits away. She was stronger than I thought and not being able to see her face or look beyond her light was troubling.
If the plan didn't work, if the lycan king don't become my puppet, the plan would never work. It would be like in the past, ending up in lost. We couldn't lose, I couldn't lose. I'd sacrificed everything I held dear for the purpose of bringing my clan victory. If I didn't, they would give up hope in me and that was unacceptable. Because of my achievement, I was their queen. Being the queen of witches wasn't enough, it could never be enough.
The world, the world ought to worship me. I am her queen! Carswell Maximilien and Xyra Crescent, what am I going to do with you two.