Aliyah's POV

Everybody had settled down now.

The witches had been celebrating for hours, laughing, drinking, and congratulating one another over the success of the moon-stealing ritual.

The wolves had all been captured and chained, their bodies restrained by thick enchanted chains.

Kaia had already begun talking about what she planned to do next. And killing Kael was going to be the first thing on her list.

But while everyone else celebrated, there was only one thought that refused to leave my mind.

What was going to happen to Lyra?

Her cold body was still lying on the altar. No one had moved her. No one had even bothered to...