The tension in the Obsidian Citadel was so thick it could have been sliced with a silver blade. The murmurs of the Southern elites died in their throats as Serafina stood in the dead center of the amphitheater. The absolute stillness of her posture was unnatural. She was a woman who had just had her

The silence in the Obsidian Citadel was absolute, deafening in its weight. Hundreds of the most powerful Lycans in the supernatural underworld held their breath, their eyes darting between the terrified human trembling on the marble floor and the towering Northern Sovereign who had just sealed the S

The sheer weight of Elena’s confession slammed into the amphitheater, suffocating the last remnants of the Southern Syndicate’s dignity. The silence that followed her manic laughter was not born of shock, but of absolute, horrified disgust.

Serafina didn't look at Julian. She didn't look at Elena.