As the guard relayed my orders, Viktor leaned closer. "What are you planning?"
"A sacrifice," I whispered.
I'd worked too hard to give up now. For twenty years, I'd been The Mother's most reliable servant. When she first spoke to me through the Heart of the Moon stone, I was just Charles Winters' Beta, following orders. But she showed me a better way – a world where wolves didn't hide in the shadows but ruled openly.
All she needed was a vessel strong enough to hold her power. And Amara Kings was amazing.
"Sir!" The guard pointed at one of the cameras. "Look!"
On the screen, I saw Amara stumbling out of my office, the stone clutched in her hand. But something was different. Purple light swirled around her body, and her moves were stiff, unnatural.
"The Mother," I breathed. "She's taking over."
Viktor grabbed my arm. "Then we've won! The possession is happening!"
I shook my head. "It's not complete. Look at her eyes."
