The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Killian's point of view
"No, fucking no," I was completely still, unable to move, think, or breathe. "Sheila can't be the vessel," I muttered. Hearing the
words leave my lips, I realized how badly I had hoped this wasn't the case. I had hoped this was just one of those silly thoughts.
I watched as Lorenzo slowly fell on a chair; his hands clasped firmly against each other.
"How can you be so sure?" I moved closer to him.
"I did the spell over and over again. Sheila's blood has an anomaly, Killian. It's tainted with dark magic," Lorenzo spoke slowly
and his every word was like a stab to my chest.
"No, Lorenzo. Sheila cannot be the vessel. She can't be. It's not possible, she's a fucking white wolf!" I leaned on the table for
support, gazing deep into Lorenzo's eyes.
"I don't know how it happened, but that darkness has been in Sheila all this time, and it managed to stay hidden. Sheila has been
the one preparing for the blood ritual."
I groaned internally at the pain that tore through me, my hands curled tightly into a ball.
"What do we do now?" Lorenzo's gaze met mine. "By now, the ritual on Shota's bones must have begun. They will soon learn it's
been her all along."
"The ritual didn't hold," I confessed, settling on a chair, and feeling Lorenzo's questioning gaze. But I still didn't speak.
"What happened?" he asked.