Hidden in the unfathomable depths of the void, Isla watched the battle between Petne and Lucian play out to its brutal end, her gaze keen, her awareness attuned to every pulse of energy and shift of power.
She observed the flash of blood energy, the impact of shadows, and the way Petne wielded his strength as though it were an extension of himself. Every detail of the fight was imprinted in her mind.
Or so she thought.
Unbeknownst to her, Petne had acted carefully, concealing the final step of his victory—the enslavement of Lucian's soul—from even her piercing gaze. Petne had sensed early on that Isla, or others like her, might be watching, and he had taken meticulous care to hide his final move.
He couldn't reveal the intentions he had with Lucian, it would ruin his future plans. He didn't want the the leaders of the Werewolves which he didn't know it was Isla and Astaroth the sisters, to see his plans, ultimately his intentions.
