Chapter 170: The Witch's Ritual

Isolde's POV

I'd been preparing for this moment for over two hundred years. Now that it was here, I felt oddly calm.

The others had scattered to prepare our defenses. Kieran organizing his wolves. Caius gathering his vampires. Ronan securing escape paths. They left me alone in the old stone chamber beneath the Ruby Guard headquarters—just as I needed.

Only Sienna remained, watching me with eyes that reminded me so much of her mother.

"Are you sure you want to stay?" I asked her, lighting the black candles set in a perfect circle. "This ritual isn't pleasant to witness."

"I need to understand what we're fighting," she said simply.

Smart girl. Just like her mother.

I'd served three generations of Ruby Wolves. Protected them. Guided them. Watched them die, one by one, until only Sienna remained. The last key. The final chance.

The black candles flickered as I set the final one in place. Thirteen lights. Thirteen points of power.