*Storm's POV*

"Storm..." There was a warning note in Scott's voice.

"Evelyn is working with the rebels. We should act fast before she gets hold of the ceremonial knife." Scott signed with regret. "Evelyn is consumed with so much hatred for you now."

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat and refused to meet his gaze, shaking my head slightly. "Someone went into the mountains of goddess before us, and that triggered the compulsion." I already figured that out for myself.

I couldn't bare that my lovely sister was behind all this things. They she had deliberately embrace the evil that we had fought against all our lives. Scott...