Kira's POV
The Council assassin's magic slammed into me like a freight train.
I barely had time to think before my shadow abilities took over, turning my entire body into darkness just as deadly spells flew through the space where I'd been stood. Elder Seraphine dove behind her desk as magical fire burst against the stone walls.
"You can't run forever, little wolf," the assassin growled, raising both hands as more shadow chains formed in the air. "Your bloodline belongs to us."
My bloodline. The words from Seraphine's reveal still rang in my ears. I wasn't just Marcus Blackthorne's adopted daughter - I was the child of two Council members who'd tried to escape their dark group.
And now they wanted me back.
"I don't belong to anyone!" I shouted, my shadow form flickering as anger made my powers unsteady.
The killer laughed coldly. "Your parents thought the same thing. Look how that ended for them."
