The howl of my heart

Chapter 43

Layla's eyes widened in disbelief and anger as she witnessed the events of the mating games unfold in her crystal ball. The scream that escaped her lips reverberated through the halls of the True Blood coven house, a chilling testament to her fury.

"Do I have to do everything myself?" Layla's voice boomed, her anger dripping from every word. "I guess if you want to get things right, you have to do it yourself!"

Her grip tightened around the crystal ball, her nails digging into her palms. Betrayal seethed within her veins, fueled by the knowledge of Lisa's failure once again. The weight of the responsibility she had entrusted to Lisa now felt like an unbearable burden, and Layla vowed that she would not let this slide.

Her fury turned into a steely resolve as she paced the room, her mind racing with thoughts of retribution. She knew that if she was going down, she would take everyone involved down with her. Her power surged through her, crackling with a dark energy that matched the storm brewing within her.

With a sense of purpose, Layla reached for her grimoire, flipping through its ancient pages with an intensity that matched the fire in her eyes. Spells and incantations danced before her as she searched for a way to set things right, to reclaim the power that was slipping through her fingers.

The coven house buzzed with an eerie energy as Layla gathered her loyal followers, her voice dripping with venom as she addressed them. "We have been deceived once again. Our trust has been betrayed, and we will not stand idle. We will seek justice, for no one escapes the consequences of crossing us."

Her followers, sensing the magnitude of Layla's anger, nodded in agreement. Their loyalty to her was unwavering, and they were prepared to do whatever it took to restore their power and reputation. With Layla at the helm, they would strike fear into the hearts of those who dared to defy them.

As night fell and the moon cast an ethereal glow over the coven house, Layla and her followers delved deeper into their preparations. Dark magic crackled in the air, whispers of vengeance carried on the wind. The path of destruction they would leave in their wake was now set, and none would be spared from their wrath.

Layla's eyes blazed with determination as she raised her hands, channeling the immense power that resided within her. With a final incantation, she set into motion a chain of events that would bring forth a reckoning unlike any other.

The stage was set, and Layla was prepared to play her part. Her thirst for justice, tinged with a darkness that only betrayal could invoke, would guide her every move. The coven house echoed with her resolve, as they prepared to unleash a storm that would shake the foundations of their world.

For those who had wronged her, Layla's wrath would be a force to be reckoned with. And as her plans took shape, she vowed that they would pay for their treachery, their actions sealing their fate in a dance of vengeance and retribution.