CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING
Still—she laughed.
Broken.
Defiant.
“You can’t kill me,” she rasped. “You can’t. I’m immortal.”
Milandra stepped closer.
“I have no plan of doing that.”
The air grew heavier.
Cold.
Ancient.
Milandra raised her hand slowly—and Soraya screamed. A soul-deep, blood-curdling howl that shook the cave.
Milandra’s fingers curled like she was pulling something invisible out of Soraya’s chest.
Something dark.
Something rotten.
The black smoke around Soraya thickened, twisted, then funneled straight toward Milandra’s hand. Soraya thrashed violently as the power ripped out of her, her veins turning black under her skin.