***JADE***

The night grew heavy with silence. The kind that makes it feel alive. The candle beside me flickered, its light dancing against the walls.

I sat hunched forward, elbows pressed into my knees, my head buried into my palms The room was small, cold. My heart was even more colder.

Blake’s voice echoed in my mind — smooth as silk, buy I could hear the deception in it.

“The Dagger of Myra belongs to.”

Every Alpha in the hall had bowed their heads that night. Every single one — ...