The gray ash of the coven wight lay scattered over my torn bridal gown, but the weight of the spell hadn't broken. In the center of the sanctuary, the skeletal remains of what my uncle called his "son" lay flat, yet the air was still shivering with a massive, stolen Alpha aura.My uncle did not stay on his knees. He scrambled backward, his eyes darting from the bones of the wight to the shattered western gates where Derek stood."You think a parlor trick with a dead bone changes the law, Leah?" my uncle shouted, his voice cracking as he backed toward the altar. He pulled out a second parchment scroll, stamped with the ancient crimson wax of the Southern High Council. "The wight was a vessel, yes! A vessel for the true spirit of Julian! My son died in the eastern passes ten winters ago, but his bloodline claim was registered before his heart stopped beating. If you refuse to yield the seat to his legal lineage, you are an usurper!"I stepped over the pile of ash, my bare feet leaving b
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