Chapter 167

Sheila's point of view

"It's about the Shota's magic," Zeriyah said, her dark gaze traveling the faces of everyone in the Court.

"What happened?" I leaned forward against the giant table, my deep gaze moving from Amelie whose eyes were now focused on the black crystal ball in her slender fingers. She looked as though her mind was lost somewhere in it.

"Last night during the Blood moon, Amelie had two visions. One was of an all-out war and the other was about Shota's magic," Zeriyah paused, her dark gaze found mine. "It's free."

Several gasps broke out, and I was left completely speechless for a fucking second. "That's not possible," I muttered more to myself, clutching my hands together.

"I do know that. We were told Vladimir had fled after the attack, and the Shota's magic was imprisoned back in its cage by you. But the visions are never clear, but they never lie as well. Something must have happened or gone wrong during the ritual. But that darkness f