The Midnight Queen's POV
I watched them all through my scrying pool—little pieces moving across my chessboard. The killer had found his memories. The Alpha offered defense. And Sienna, my beautiful Sienna, stood at the center of it all, unaware of the blood we shared.
The water rippled, showing Ronan approaching the packhouse with his hands raised. Foolish boy. Love had made him weak.
"My Queen, we've lost contact with Nyx," Vex announced, entering my chamber. Blood stained his hands—someone had displeased him again.
I waved dismissively. "Ronan killed him. It matters little."
My inner haven lay deep beneath the mountains, far from prying eyes. Ancient symbols carved into black stone walls glowed with magic. A throne of polished obsidian commanded the room, wolf skulls decorating its high back.
"Summon the others," I ordered.