*~Lilith's POV~*
Dahlia smirked. "How sure are you?"
He smiled confidently, tightening his cloak with precision. "I'm very sure about that. The Salvatores have been keeping it a secret, and I found out. It's only between the brothers—I doubt any other pack members even know."
Dahlia's eyes glittered with something wicked. "I've always known something shady was happening in that High House. But Cyrius… being alive? Gods, that's massive. Huge."
I watched her practically vibrate with excitement over the news. Cyrius being alive was no small revelation—but the way she lit up, the way her mind instantly?
No. I needed to protect my grandchild from her.
Yes, my grandchild will be a destruction. A storm. A force this world has never seen. But if anyone is going to end her, it has to be me. It's going to be a matter of blood. Of legacy.
