Candy and Jane spotted Daisy across the hall the moment Ravyn left to use the restroom.
Their eyes lit up with a hungry, predatory gleam, like wolves who had just caught the scent of wounded prey.
They so much wanted to have a word with her, but there was a woman who never left Daisy’s side, a constant shadow that refused to be shaken. Ravyn’s mother, Kylie.
They needed Daisy to come along with them.
So they could pin the theft on her. A perfect scapegoat, a convenient distraction. A name to offer up when the accusations began to fly.
Candy had another mission entirely.
To use a spell that would transform herself into the image of Seraphine. The moment Voren lay with her, the transformation would become permanent. And Seraphine would become a wandering wolf, trapped in Candy’s skin, exiled from everything she had ever loved.
Candy came for revenge.
But Jane came on behalf of the Lycans. Amelia, Coco’s mother, was waiting for their signal outside the Grimroot pack. As soon as they laid hands on the crown, Jane would disappear into the shadows.
And Candy would take Seraphine’s form, wearing her face, living her life, sharing her bed.
"Daisy, care for a drink?"
Candy’s voice was sweet, honeyed, dripping with false warmth. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Daisy’s arm when Kylie stared coldly at her. The old woman’s eyes were chips of ice, her expression carved from granite.
"If you take another step, I will roast and serve you for dinner under the blood moon."
Candy froze.
Her blood turned to ice in her veins, chilling her from the inside out. Kylie had been mean to them since they arrived at the Centenary pack, her disdain barely concealed behind thin veneers of politeness.
So she was certain the elderly woman wasn’t joking.
However, the gallery was open. People were already moving there, their footsteps echoing against the marble floor like a tide of bodies flowing toward the display. It was clear that this theft could not be pinned on Daisy.
"We have to find another way." Candy whispered in Jane’s ear before pulling her away. They joined the crowd admiring the items on display, their eyes feasting on treasures that had been accumulated over centuries. And even when Ravyn returned, they pretended not to have seen him.
Ravyn didn’t bother either. His job was done, the role he had been forced to play now complete. And now, he only had to send a video to Battal. Voren had mentioned the no-pictures rule, so he’d have to wait for footage from the cameras installed at the gallery later.
One by one, the gallery was becoming quiet.
People were leaving to their suites to rest for the Blood Moon the next day, their voices fading into the distance, their footsteps growing softer until only silence remained.
The excitement of the evening had faded, replaced by the heavy pull of exhaustion and anticipation.
Ravyn finally walked up to them. "I’m going to sleep."
Both Candy and Jane nodded, no longer pretending to be with him. They watched him walk away, their eyes cold and calculating, their minds already spinning with new plans. After he left, only Jane and Candy remained.
"Amelia has arrived, and she is already at the pack entrance." Jane informed Candy, her voice dropping to a whisper that barely carried beyond the space between them.


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