Josephine is pacing back and forth at the forest bordering between Ezealyra and Sloria. Her heart is palpitating as she waits for news from her trusted servant whom she has sent after Roseanne to lure into a trap.
The bushes nearby move and a small black wolf appears. The wolf shifts back to the omega who had lured Roseanne to the trap.
“What happened?” Josephine demands. “Is she dead?”
“No, My Lady!” The omega ruefully reveals. “I had taken her to the hill like you said and the Alpha had attacked her. He cornered her and I ran away from there. But as I was running away, I heard a loud scream. It was unlike anything I have ever heard.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
“It was like a Siren’s Song! A poetic yet powerful cry which resonated all throughout the area. Every wolf in the vicinity heard it in their heads and they rushed to save the Duchess. I turned back and followed the pack where I saw…I saw…”