Rya’s POVThe wind rustled through the trees, making the leaves whisper secrets only the forest could understand.We were in a wide clearing deep in the woods. A large circle had been drawn into the earth, marked with ash and ancient symbols glowing faintly. Amy and Sabrina stood on either side, flipping through the pages of an old spellbook. Their voices murmured in unison as they prepared the soul-linking spell.And then... Gwen stepped into the circle.My heart twisted.She looked calm on the outside, strong, and steady, but I knew her. I could see the faint tremble in her fingers, the tightness in her jaw. She was scared. And she had every right to be.This spell wasn’t safe. It was powerful and dangerous. And yet, she was doing it. For Reagan.She turned her head slightly, catching my gaze. A soft, reassuring smile curved her lips. My throat tightened.I gave her a small nod, blinking away the sudden sting in my eyes.You got this, Luna.The air grew heavy as Amy and Sabrina rais
Guinevere’s POVI groggily opened my eyes, the light stinging them for a moment before everything came into focus. But then it hit me the woods, the witches, Alana, Rya and Amy....I gasped as I sat up too fast, pain shooting through my side. A small groan escaped me before I heard a voice."Hey, hey...easy," the familiar voice said gently.I turned my head, blinking to focus and there she was.“Rya?” My voice cracked with emotion as relief flooded me. My eyes stung, and I didn’t even think I launched myself at her, wrapping my arms around her tightly. “You’re okay,” I breathed.Rya chuckled as she hugged me back. “You didn’t think I’d go out that easy, did you? Come on, Luna. I’m way stronger than that.”I pulled back, blinking fast, still unsure if this was real. “I thought you were dead,” I whispered.“Well, lucky for both of us, I’m not.” She gave me a lopsided grin, though her eyes looked a little tired.“Where are we? Where’s Amy?” I asked, still trying to piece everything toge
Guinevere’s POVMy head felt like it had been hit by a truck. A sharp ache pounded behind my eyes, and my body… gods, every part of it felt sore. I shifted slightly, and pain shot up from my leg, making me gasp.Where was I?I blinked, forcing my eyes to open fully. The room was warm, quiet. There was a soft light coming in through the window, and the smell of herbs floated in the air.The last thing I remembered was—The witch.The fight.The bullet.My eyes flew open, panic tightening my chest, and I pushed myself upright."Ah!" I winced, groaning as the pain rushed through my leg like fire."Hey—don’t move too fast," a soft voice said gently from the corner. "You’ll only make it worse."I turned quickly toward the voice, ignoring the sting in my muscles. A woman was sitting beside me, blonde hair pulled into a neat braid, blue eyes calm and kind.My lips parted. “Amy?”She gave a small smile and nodded. “Yes. You’ve been out for two days. Your wounds were... pretty bad.”Two days?
Guinevere's POV With all the strength I had left, I flung her. Her body hit the trees and flew deep into the woods, crashing through branches before slamming hard into the ground.I stood there, chest heaving, blood trickling down my leg from the bullet wound. My vision blurred, but my rage burned bright. My hands shook, clenched tight at my sides.She groaned as she got back on her feet, wiping blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. Her long hair clung to her face, her eyes glowing with hate.Something wasn’t right.“What kind of dark magic are you using?” I asked, my voice rough, breathing heavy.She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she brushed off the dirt and straightened her shoulders, lips curling into a wicked smile.“You fight like a warrior,” she said, eyes scanning me like a predator sizing up her prey.I narrowed my gaze. “Who are you?”She chuckled. “Oh, where are my manners? I got so caught up in wanting you both dead, I forgot to introduce myself.”She took a
Guinevere's POV We followed the path in silence, leaves crunching under our boots as we moved deeper into the forest. The trees grew thicker, their twisted branches reaching above us like claws. I kept looking down at the paper in my hand the address. Could it really be Amy?“I don’t know,” I whispered, glancing over at Rya, “Could this really be her?”Rya shrugged, but her eyes were sharp, scanning the trees around us. “We’re about to find out. Just stay alert.”The building came into view an old, wooden cabin hidden deep in the woods. It looked abandoned, the paint peeling and windows cracked. My wolf stirred inside me, uneasy.We stepped onto the creaking porch, and I slowly pushed the door open. The air inside was cold and heavy. The floor groaned with each step we took. I could hear my own breath. Rya was right behind me, her hand already hovering near her knife.Then I saw her. A woman standing near the fireplace. She was tall, wearing a dark cloak that hid most of her face. Th
Guinevere's POV The road stretched out ahead of us, dry leaves across the pavement as the wind moved gently through the trees. I sat quietly in the passenger seat, my cheek resting on my hand, eyes watching the trees as they rushed by. But I wasn’t really looking. My thoughts were far away.It was spinning.Who’s killing witches?Why now?And who would be reckless enough to break the peace pact?The werewolves had sworn off any attacks against witches centuries ago. We had made peace. So why now? Why would someone start a war that could destroy everything?Beside me, Rya’s fingers clenched the steering wheel. I could tell by the twitch in her jaw that she was just as tense.She muttered under her breath, “Damn that witch. What the hell is all this?”I didn’t respond. I was too deep in thought.She continued, her voice louder this time, “What kind of messed up game is she playing with us? We’re in the middle of nowhere, and there’s no damn clue!”I sighed and turned to her. “You think