What if Hope had a best friend that would stick by her through everything?
Beatrice Nora Bennett is a siphoning werewitch who went to the Salvatore School. She was taken away by Triad when she was 12 after they found out she was a siphon and erased...
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Omniscient POV Aurora de Martel stood at the center of her chamber, the ornate fireplace casting a golden glow over the room. Her delicate fingers traced the edge of the antique glass in her hand, the crimson wine within reflecting the fire's light. The ambiance was deceptively serene, but the tension in the air betrayed the storm brewing within her.
The door creaked open, and one of her Triad operatives stepped inside. He paused, clearly hesitant to deliver the news.
Aurora didn't look up from the flickering flames. "You're late," she said, her voice soft but laced with sharp edges. "I do hope you've come with something useful."
The operative swallowed hard. "Miss de Martel... Josette Saltzman and Malia Alexis—"
Aurora's eyes flicked to him, icy and expectant. "Go on," she urged, though her tone was anything but patient.
"They've been... rescued," he finished, his voice trembling slightly. "Hope Mikaelson and Beatrice Bennett led the operation—they managed to slip through our guards and extract them."
The room fell deathly silent.
Aurora turned her gaze back to the fire, her grip tightening around the glass until it shattered in her hand. Crimson liquid mixed with blood dripped onto the floor, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she laughed—a chilling, humorless sound that echoed against the stone walls.
"How quaint," she murmured, stepping toward the desk at the room's center. She leaned against it, her shattered glass discarded. "Hope Mikaelson playing the valiant savior yet again. And Beatrice Bennett... the little siphon-wolf with a martyr complex." Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. "How predictable."
"Miss de Martel, I—"
"Silence," she snapped, her composure cracking momentarily. She straightened, her expression now one of cold fury. "Do you have any idea what this means? Months of careful planning, undone in a single night. Those two were integral to my designs. Josette Saltzman is not just a Gemini Coven witch—she's their future. And Malia... her elemental powers combined with her Heretic nature made her the perfect source for the spell."
The operative opened his mouth to respond but wisely thought better of it.
Aurora began pacing, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. "Do you know why I chose them? Why I've spent years collecting siphoners and Heretics?" She didn't wait for an answer, her voice rising with every word. "Because they are the key to ending Hope Mikaelson. To breaking her hold over this world and proving, once and for all, that even a Tribrid is not invincible."
She stopped abruptly, her gaze snapping to the man. "And now, thanks to your incompetence, they are back in her clutches."
"We'll redouble our efforts to—"
"You'll do more than that," Aurora interrupted, her voice dangerously quiet. "I want them tracked. Every spell, every trail, every whisper of their magic—I want it brought to me. And when we attack them..." She let out a slow, deliberate breath, her smile returning, cruel and calculated. "I'll ensure they understand the cost of defiance. Starting with Beatrice Bennett."
