Four Months Earlier A slender, yet curvaceous woman aimlessly floats in the air like a queen sitting on an invisible throne, with a stature of 7’2” with hair as gold as the sun in the peak of summer, creamy skin as smooth as silk, and eyes the colour of mercury. Her surroundings appear tedious to her formidable senses. “You kept me waiting,” she says, irritation coating her words as her companion finally arrives. The 7’1” woman before her with Eastern European features is unaffected by her irritation. Her fuchsia hair cascades down her back while stray hairs dance in the breeze, her liquid silver eyes shining with knowledge, against her warm bronzed skin. “You should try to master a little patience, it might do you some good,” the woman with fuchsia hair says teasingly. The woman with golden hair floats to the ground until her feet touch the forest floor, “I helped the little Alpha as you asked, Zarseti, but here’s the thing. The darkness I pulled from him did not come from an eyt