Lucien

Wolves had scattered, but their whispers could still be heard.

They had not left entirely, they stuck around. No one would forget what they had seen… the silver glow in her blood.

It wasn’t something that could be explained away, no matter how Nicholas tried.

Lucien still stood in the circle. His gaze was fixed on the faint shine staining the carvings.

Nicholas broke the silence first.

“This is blasphemy. A curse! You saw what she did… what ...