King's choice

TYRION

I was looking at the clean sheets on my bed—with no blood or heart of a dead she-wolf on them. Then my eyes shifted to my desk, dirtied by a pile of ash; it was all that was left of the message I had gotten from a witch. She was playing with me, enjoying every second I tried to contain my wrath while my desperation to catch her kept growing. She kept humiliating me, pointing out my inability to save those whom I vowed to protect. The heart was yet another example of ineptness, along with the heart-missing body of a young female omega, splayed in the palace garden for everyone to see.

Zane and I went through all the surveillance footage only to find that a few cameras had "conveniently" been turned off at the probable time of the crime. Well, that was to be suspected of a witch who hadn't been caught in over a decade... I suspected that she had to be using some portal, or whatever witches call the thing that allows them to travel from place to place in a blink of an eye. Nova h