Deep within the heart of her shadow fortress, Lila stood surrounded by dark flames and swirling cursed winds. Her chamber was a shrine to ancient darkness, where whispers of long-dead spirits echoed through the stone walls. She had just received the news.Ella had survived.

The poison failed.

Sisi was dead. Julianne, exposed. The secret lines inside Damian’s pack were collapsing.

Lila’s hand trembled—not from fear, but from the storm building inside her. Her black gown fluttered in the ...