She looked at her sister's face, so peaceful, so still and felt tears burning behind her eyes.
"I need you to wake up," Victoria whispered. "I need you to tell me what to do. Because I'm so angry, Cass. I'm so angry I can barely think straight. They took Marcus from us. From you. From Lilith. And now they're taking her too."
The memories came without permission.
Twenty-seven years ago
Victoria was fifteen years old the first time she met Marcus Thorne.
He showed up at the Morvaine estate on a summer afternoon, all easy smiles and warm brown eyes, asking to speak with their mother about some pack business Victoria did not care about. She had been in the garden practicing her magic....coaxing flowers to bloom out of season, making vines grow in patterns across the stone walls when Cassandra came running out with her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.
"There's a wolf here," Cassandra said, breathless and excited. "And he's gorgeous."
