The next day, Katherina was in her chamber, preparing for incantations and conjuring.
The dimly lit room pulsed with an eerie energy, thick with an unnatural chill.
Her fingers traced intricate symbols over a worn-out ancient book, her lips moving silently as she rehearsed the incantations in her mind.
The silence was interrupted when one of her guards walked in, his steps hesitant.
"Mistress, you have visitors," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Without looking back, Katherina's voice sliced through the air, cold as ice. "Let them in."
The guard bowed slightly before retreating, and within moments, Alpha Derrick and Mona stepped cautiously into the chamber.
The moment they crossed the threshold, a heavy, oppressive darkness settled around them.
The air itself seemed to hum with power, making Derrick's skin prickle with unease.
Mona, however, wasted no time. She dropped to her knees in deep reverence, nudging Derrick subtly with her elbow.
