Salem POV:
What the hell is happening?
The last Sentinel was supposed to be this complicated—my master had made that very clear before she passed—but not this complicated. Nowhere in her prophecies, in her whispers to me at night, in the visions she carved into my dreams, had she ever once said that the Sentinel would have three mates.
Lucius, yes. That had always been inevitable. He was the storm, she was the anchor; the two were destined to collide. But Marcus? Drake? Where in the hells had that come from?
I paced across the living room, tail flicking, claws digging into the carpet as my mind spun. My master had been thorough. She had given me names, omens, instructions… but nothing about this. Was this some new twist in the prophecy, or had she deliberately left me in the dark?
