Crimson Outcast
Elijah paced before her, every movement sharp with restless fury.
“They celebrate like fools,” Elijah spat, his golden eyes flashing with venom. “Crimson banners, silk and song—while they crown her as if she deserves it. Amara. A girl who should have been nothing, now paraded as queen.”
Circe tilted her head, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder like ink. “Not just a girl. A vessel. She carries power in her veins that no crown could match. Wolf. Lycan. Witch. Three lines in one. That is why they cling to her, Elijah. Not for who she is, but for what she can give them.”
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