WESLEY
"I need you to kill her!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the twisted trees of the Blightwood. "I need Bianca Hayes dead!"
The Dark Priestess floated before me, her obsidian eyes revealing nothing but ancient contempt. Wind rustled her midnight robes, though the forest around us remained unnaturally still.
"You ask me to murder your fated mate," she said, her voice like ice over stone. "The very woman the Moon Goddess herself bound to your soul."
I paced frantically, dried leaves crunching beneath my boots. "She's betrayed me! She's told them everything!"
"And whose fault is that, Alpha Sterling?" The Priestess tilted her head. "Was it not you who rejected her first? Who cast her into the wilderness to become the very thing you now fear?"
Her words hit like physical blows. I clutched my chest, feeling the bond I'd spent years denying pulse painfully beneath my ribs.
"You don't understand. Roman Vance will hunt me down. The entire Alpha Council will—"
