Moonlit Vows Of Vengeance

I found myself back in the throne room of the old werewolf palace.

Dead.

Everyone was dead.

Kieran. Lira. Lucas. Even the young ones I barely remembered.

All of them twisted into grotesque corpses.

And standing in the middle of the blood-soaked floor?

Me.

Not as I was now—but older. Crueler. Crowned and dripping in ichor. Her eyes were wild. Her mouth stretched into a predator’s grin.

"I am what you become if you win," she said. "If you kill Caelum. If you keep going."

"I am the end of your story."

I drew my blade.

"No," I whispered. "You’re just another obstacle."