Malia
I stepped towards her iron cell, her body pressed to the cement wall at the back. Only a dim light on the wall to brighten her face, but I was certain it was her. She looked so much like Magdalena, the same girl dark hair, the same rigid jawline, that same curve to their noses. I paused while she looked me over, she was afraid of me or maybe Liam, as he stood behind me. His hands so casually in his pockets, but I knew the kind of things he was capable of if he wanted to hurt her and I bet she did too. I stepped closer, my hands coming to rest on the iron bars, I had only one question for her and the answer could brew a war.
“What does the Arachnis Coven want with the wolves?” My voice came out loud and clear and although she remained quiet, I knew she heard me. Her eyes widened, sh
