Chapter 85. Fighting the Weak

Elaine’s POV

‘Oh, if only he knew.’

‘These words I spoke to my own son, were all lies. Look at him, the poor boy lapping up every ounce of information I give to him.’

‘He is exactly like his Father in many ways, weak and easy to manipulate. Before long he will be dead, along with his miserable Father and Freya, and I will possess the power of fire for myself.’

‘I will have everything, both fear and respect among the packs. The one Luna of the Frostwind Pack, back with a bite as I make the rest of those worms bow before me.’

‘Look at him, I can see his internal struggle, the look of confusion behind his eyes as his inner turmoil circles his brain. What a waste, but this is how it has to be. It’s not my fault my own son is a weakling, I will not need him before long.’

I swirled the glass of gin and tonic between my fingers before taking a sip, enjoying the silly question he asked me about who I plan on using as a sacrifice for the spell.