Chapter Fourteen (Dane’s POV) Decades before…

“I have always been a rebellious child. I often challenge the conventional way the coven was run. My actions were tolerable when my mother was alive,” she said, a frown furrowing my eyebrows.

“I didn’t know your mother was dead—” I said.

“You know her?!”

“I met her once. Assisted her in getting rid of a few bad eggs in my camp—” I said vaguely. Not wanting to paint me in some hero light. That has always made me feel uncomfortable.

“Oh, heavens she never told me…”

“And I can only guess why. Your people and mine are supposed to be enemies,” I said. Saraya searched my gaze. “How did she die?” I asked, remembering the fair skin woman with long blond hair. The young beauty in front of me was nothing like her. Saraya’s exotic beauty far surpassed her mother’s fair one. She had more of the tan skin colour of her ancestors with her enthralling beauty. Perhaps Saraya was not just a mere descendant of a god?

“She was attacked and mortally wounded in the Westlands,” she replied. My frown d