Chapter 69. Alchemist

Angelica’s POV

It was raining.

Drops of water rolled down the windowsill, dissolving on the ground, the soft noise resonating with the bit of chaos in my head.

I don’t know what this feeling exactly was. It was hard to pinpoint what my mind and heart were exactly feeling, and for the first time in a long time, it wasn’t related to the twin alphas.

It was related to me.

I placed my hand on the window, gazing at my reflection on the glass. The girl who looked back was no longer the same girl she had been the night before.

Something felt changed inside me; was it because of the marks on my neck or… I looked at my hand.

The image of that floating man still haunted my mind and those words…

Führerin. I tested the word, raising my brow at how easily it rolled off my tongue.

The language almost felt natural.

According to Dylan and Ericsson, this language was used by a cult of mages, probably the cult my father was the leader