LAVINIA

«The lycans started to flee when Zarek took their leader’s head, and those witches ran too.

I followed them through the hallways to the stables, like a shadow spying on their lives.

“Help... me...” At the horses, they came across a wounded lycan hiding in a corner.

“Your father Viktor is dead, and your older brother probably is too,” Drusilla told him coldly. “There’s no more lycan territory, your race is doomed.”

Electra stayed silent beside her, her eyes lowered, wandering like she was lost.

“I’ll... be your slave... I’m a strong lycan... I’ll be loyal... to you...”

The ground trembled, loud rumblings echoed nearby. The dead were hunting for survivors.

Everything happened fast. I saw them ride off with that man, heading into the forest, fleeing the pursuit.

There seemed to be no safe place from Zarek’s fury in this world wrecked by Umbros’s destruction.

But the De la Croix sisters held a well-guarded secret—or rather, Drusilla had learned many tricks from the magic book she