Bianca's POV
The bargain had been simple enough. A life in exchange for a favor. Political leverage that could reshape pack dynamics when the moment was right. Power that money could never buy.
So I delivered her to them.
The memory burned as fresh as ever. How effortlessly I had coaxed her beyond pack boundaries that night. How trusting she had been until the very end. How deeply satisfying it felt watching her terror when understanding finally dawned as they dragged her away.
Alexander had lost his mind when she vanished. He tore through every inch of territory searching. Death threats flew from his lips toward anyone who might have been involved. He even accused me outright during one of his darker moments, though proof remained elusive.
But pain always fades eventually. The fury cooled. The anguish softened. Normal life resumed its course.
Until this moment.
Until this Lyra creature arrived wearing Hera's exact features.
