"You have no choice, Dimitri," a soft voice said. The female voice was incredible; pure velvet, commanding yet gentle. "You must assume the mantle of authority. The bloodline dictates it. You must assume leadership. My coven will help you in this time of great need, and we will do the job your mother asked of me. Abbriana is my lover and I know who killed her. Ellon must have known about me being her lover. That's why he wanted me on his side."
"That is not happening Morgana."
"But-"
"What happened? Why would I lead your people? I am nothing but undead now."
"One of you, Norton, should rule our people. We are so few now. I am nothing without your mother, and you know I'm dying as well beside our women lost to us, our children gone. Without women, what are our males to do?"
The boy recognized Morgana's voice.