Talia’s feet touched the surface of the sea.

Standing atop the vast calm sea, her calm gaze pinned on the floating person who was at least twenty meters away from her.

“I thought you’re dead.” Talia did not hide the disappointment in her voice.

“I will not die before you, Talia,” said Merlin. “I still want to enjoy the sight of your face contorted in fear and regret before you die in my hands.”

Rolling her eyes, Talia scoffed. “Merlin, whatever you and the Werewolf Committee did to me. I will pay it back tenfold today. This time, in this fight, only one will remain to exist.”

Talia knew in...