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Chapter 95 – The Bargain of a Mother

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-24 15:10:06

Selene’s POV

The warmth of my daughters’ embrace still lingers on my skin as we step into the circle near the fountain, where the entire courtyard has gathered to witness the final truth. The crowd stands tense and silent—soldiers, villagers, pack leaders, Theo, Parker, Sonia… all of them watching. But my eyes are on Eva.

She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t need to. Her presence is a blade—sharp, steady, impossible to ignore. She stands in the center like the storm’s calm eye, and I, for once in decades, step willingly into the tempest.

“You know who the killer is,” she says, her voice low but clear enough for all to hear.

I don’t answer right away. My gaze drops to the cobblestones beneath my feet. How many steps have I taken to get here? How many nights in the dark, with Carol fading upstairs and Lily screaming in her room down in the dungeons ?

Finally, I raise my head. “I do. I’ve always known.”

The crowd stirs, murmurs rising like wind through leaves. Eva turns to me, eyes fixed
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