Chapter 111: The Tide Turns
The figure rising from the trees was impossible. Liana's heart should have stopped.
Her breath should have caught. But the ancient magic flowing through her blood made her feel nothing but cold calculation. "Hello, daughter."
Alpha Marcus stepped into the clearing, very much living despite being dead for six months. His appearance made the Harvester retreat several yards, tentacles writhing nervously.
"You're supposed to be dead," Liana said, her voice booming with silver power. The words came out flat, lifeless.
Why don't I care that he's alive? "The Council kept me in stasis," Marcus answered, his eyes never leaving the massive creature above them.
"They needed someone who understood pack dynamics to help control the supernatural population."
"You've been working with them?" Death growled from below. "Not working with them," Marcus amended. "Planning their destruction from the inside."
