INICIAR SESIÓNA little way from the table, Alexei, Sasha, and Dmitry stood near an old twisted tree in the corner of the garden.Dmitry leaned his shoulder against the trunk, arms crossed, his gaze drifting toward Susan and Carla, while Alexei twirled a bottle cork between his fingers and Sasha puffed on a thin cigar, the sweet aroma blending with the freshness of the night.“So, brother…” Alexei began, with that easy smile he always used when he wanted to provoke. “When are you going to make the engagement official with my future sister-in-law?”Dmitry raised an eyebrow, not moving.“Alexei…”“Don’t look at me like that, Dmitry.” Alexei laughed, twirling the cork in the air as if it were a trophy. “She’s practically part of the family already. All that’s missing is the ring. And let’s be honest, there’s no one here blind to that.”Sasha snorted, taking the cigar from his mouth, a lazy smile on his lips.“I’d say he already got engaged the moment he faced the entire council for her. But of course,
In the luxurious bedroom of the Kovalenko mansion, Natália threw pieces of clothing into the suitcase with quick, almost furious movements. The zipper scraped against the silence, interrupted only by the muffled sound of her short breathing.She had been kicked out of her own home with a simple and direct message: “The Kovalenko clan has a new agreement with the Ruriks. Take your stain of betrayal far away from us.”The phone on speaker was on the dresser, from where the cold and bitter voice of Ksenia Romanov, one of Yelena’s sisters, echoed through the room.“You understand what this means, don’t you, Natália?” Ksenia’s voice came through fragmented but loaded with contained fury. “The Chosen of Morrigan. That… filthy human, now crowned as something untouchable! My sister is dead, and everyone closes their eyes because they’re afraid of a profane Goddess!”Natália stopped, took a deep breath, and adjusted a silk scarf over the pile of clothes.“Believe me, Ksenia, I understand bette
The atmosphere in the hall was denser, but it was no longer one of challenge — it was one of cautious acceptance. When the witches’ chant ceased, Dmitry took two steps forward in front of Susan, once again meeting the gaze of every leader present.“Now that the truth has been established, let’s get to what brought us here.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for interruptions. “The agreements between the clans. They will be renewed today.”The Alpha of the Volkov clan, Ivan, was the first to speak:“Dmitry, you are proposing that the agreements continue without changes… even with this new variable?” He glanced briefly at Susan, with caution but no hostility. “Do you guarantee that your Predestined will not interfere?”Before Dmitry could answer, Susan stepped forward, calm but with a presence that silenced even the proudest among them.“I am not a variable.” Her green eyes met Ivan’s. “I am an ally. And if you have doubts, ask the Mystic Circle what it means to be chosen by Morrigan.
Susan descended the marble steps beside Dmitry, their fingers intertwined. The mansion seemed to breathe along with her — the silence was heavy, not from oppression, but from respect. She felt the eyes of the house on her, or perhaps they were the eyes of those watching her from a distance.At the foot of the stairs, Alexei was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, that lazy smile on his lips, but his eyes sharp as blades. Beside him, Sasha was fiddling with his phone but looked up as soon as he saw them. And there, standing near an armchair, was Carla.Carla had her arms crossed, her face pale and drawn, the deep dark circles under her eyes revealing sleepless nights. When she saw Susan, relief mixed with fear in her gaze.“Susan!” Carla moved forward, her voice breaking, and hugged her tightly. “My God, I… I was dying of worry!”Susan sank into her friend’s embrace, closing her eyes for a moment, feeling the familiar warmth she so desperately needed. But she also felt it: Carla tr
In the large oval room of the Rurik mansion, the clan leaders were already connected to the videoconference. Each family’s crest illuminated the screens. Dragunov, Volkov, Romanov, Sokolov, Petrova; and everyone was speaking at the same time, voices overlapping, fingers pointing, eyes suspicious.Alexei was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching the scene with that lazy smile that drove Dmitry crazy. Sasha, on the other hand, was there in the flesh, leaning on the back of a chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand and staring at Dmitry with a mischievous sparkle in his amber eyes.“Dmitry, are you going to speak or are you going to let this meeting turn into a circus?” Sasha provoked, with that smile full of challenge.Dmitry adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt calmly while the leaders spoke in chorus:“Was that an attack against the Ruriks?!”“We need proof that it wasn’t you, Dmitry!”“Who cast that dark spell? We want names! Now!”“Yelena is dead! Do you have any
Alexei was sprawled on the sofa in the Rurik mansion library, legs stretched out, shirt open at the chest, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if listening to something only he could hear. The silence outside was unnatural.Not a single bird, not even the wind. Only the aftermath of the magic that had swallowed the mansion hours earlier, leaving all the Lycans restless, tense, sniffing the air like dogs in the middle of an electrical storm.He took the phone from his pocket, spun it between his fingers, and dialed.“Sasha, my favorite walking chaos. Pick up this damn thing.”The ring barely had time to echo before Sasha’s voice came through the other side, heavy with sleep and irony.“If this isn’t to call me for a drink, I’m hanging up on your face, Lex.”Alexei let out a low laugh.“Don’t even try, Mikailov. I’ve got good stuff. Dmitry killed Svetlana. Sent her head, wrapped with a bow, to the Romanovs. And as if that wasn’t enough… Susan, our little redheaded witch, just cast a spell that







