Chapter 40

Third Person's POV

Rain veiled the mountains like a mourning shroud.

"Do you think," Vespera murmured, her lips curving, "that I stole your home?"

Her voice was smooth, silken, the kind that hid barbs. "But it was mine all along. I simply reclaimed what should have been mine by birthright."

Cerys's wolf stirred beneath her skin, silver eyes flickering with light. "What do you mean?" she asked quie