Chapter 174

Killian's point of view

"No, fucking no," I muttered, the words barely audible. My mind reeled, unable to process the devastating truth that Lorenzo had just revealed. "Sheila can't be the vessel." The denial clawed at my throat, a desperate attempt to cling to the hope that this was all a terrible mistake.

I watched as Lorenzo sank into a nearby chair, his hands clasped tightly together, his knuckles white with strain. The air crackled with unspoken despair.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I approached him.

"I performed the spell over and over again," Lorenzo replied, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Sheila's blood... it's different, Killian. It's tainted with dark magic."

The words pierced my heart like a poisoned arrow. "No, Lorenzo. She can't be the vessel. She's a white wolf, for goddess' sake!" I leaned against the table, my legs trembling with a sudden weakness. I searched Lorenzo's eyes, desperately seeking a differe