Chapter 137

**Silas's POV**

The screaming started at dawn.

I stood on the balcony of my tower, watching smoke rise from werewolf territories that stretched beyond the horizon. Orange flames licked at the morning sky like hungry tongues. The air smelled of burning wood and something else. Something that made my shadows dance with satisfaction.

Fear.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Celeste's voice came from behind me, sweet as poisoned honey. "I particularly enjoyed the ...