The darkness lasted only seconds, but it felt like hours. When the lights flicked back on, the Wraith was gone from the mirror.
But something else had changed. Liana stood frozen, the silver knife still pressed to her throat. Her honey-colored eyes were totally black now, like pools of oil.
"That's not Liana anymore," Aria whispered.
The thing wearing Liana's face smiled with too many teeth. "Smart girl. Though not smart enough to save your little friend here."
"What do you want?" Caleb ordered, stepping protectively in front of Aria.
"What I've always wanted. Revenge. Chaos. The sweet taste of a pack tearing itself apart." The possessed Liana tilted her head. "And thanks to this jealous little wolf, I finally have the perfect weapon."
Cyrus edged closer. "Let her go. Your fight is with us, not her."
"Is it?" The Wraith laughed through Liana's mouth. "Because I remember a certain Alpha's son who spent months ignoring his mate. Who treated her like she was beneath him."
