Midnight Queen's POV
Pain shot through my shadow form as I materialized in my secret sanctuary. The walls of the ancient cave, covered in runes that had taken ages to carve, seemed to be closing in on me. I had lost. After all this time, after all my plans, the Ruby Wolf girl had somehow turned everything upside down.
"Impossible," I hissed, watching in fear as my hands flickered between solid and shadow. My power was slipping away. I could feel it.
The crown I had crafted from moonstone and blood floated above my altar, crackling with black lightning. Once perfect, it now showed a deep crack running through its center.
"My Queen?" Isolde, my loyal witch, stepped from the shadows. Her eyes widened at my weakened state. "What happened?"
"The girl," I spat. "Sienna. She has done what no Ruby Wolf has done before. She refused to choose."
Isolde's face paled. "But the ritual—"
