Luke grumbles as he approaches the drawbridge to the castle. He hated being the Alpha of Thorne Castle. The only reason he tolerated being Lord Luke was that Selene was by his side. He resented being at Thorne Castle; he resented the responsibility it brought. He sighs as he follows the guard out to a small field. In the middle of it, a horrific sight greets him. Grace, his former mate, watches his approach. This wasn't Grace, though. This Grace was plagued by evil and devoid of any humanity or light. When she shifts slightly to the left, it occurs to Luke what creature he is staring at: a fomoire. How appropriate, Luke thinks. Grace, once a witch of light who drew energy from the Earth now reduced to a demon that harbors the destructive aspects of nature and is the bearer of chaos and destruction. W#hat an odd symmetry to Grace's fate.
"Luke" His name comes out of her lips in a gruff voice. Luke sto
