Epilogue

H anzel vibrated with energy as he glared at the Dragon Claws squad in front of him. "What do you mean, the mirror was shattered by a chandelier? You're saying there's no one trapped inside it?"

The squad leader, a burly werewolf twice his own size, nodded with a snort. "Aye, your highness. Not in that one or any other mirrors in the Winter Palace."

Hanzel gripped the edge of the office desk so hard the wood splintered. The sneaky bitch had defeated his shadow monster and escaped his mirror trap, but how?

"We did see signs of others, your highness. Growler paws, boots, and bare feet. There appeared to be three of them."

Breath heaving, smoke curled from his nose. Of course, she'd had help. There was no way that weak wench had escaped on her own. He straightened, his hands clutching each other behind his back. "Ah, I see. And were you able to track them?"

The Dragon Claws leader shook his head. "Only to the edge of the Feral Forest, your highness. We thought you'd want to know before we push inside and track them further."

More smoke curled as he sneered. "Oh you thought , did you? I don't pay you to think, I pay you to get the bloody job done. Get your asses back out there and bring me her accomplices, dead or alive. I want to talk and see what she's planning."

The Dragon Claws snapped to attention then filed out of the luxurious room. Hanzel spun on his heel and stared out the large windows over the city below. He'd been in residence for barely a few months, but he was consolidating his power nicely. There would be no mistakes this time. He would bring his god to Eoni and take over the world.

"Your highness, if I may give the latest report on the army?" A deep voice asked from the doorway.

Hanzel turned, watching the general of the Busparian army stride inside on long legs. The drakin's white hair revealed his age, but his body was in his prime, fit and lean yet packed with enough muscle to keep all his soldiers well in line. The man paused in front of the desk and saluted, then began to rattle off a report on supplies, ammunitions, and even morale of the troops being back home.

Hanzel didn't care, and let it go in one ear and out the other, all the while plotting his next move.