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
Guinevere's POVRya paced the length of the room like a caged wolf. Her boots thudded against the creaky wooden floor, back and forth, back and forth.“Can you stop pacing?” I said from the edge of the bed, rubbing my temples. “You’re making me dizzy.”She didn’t answer just kept walking. Tension rolled off her in waves. Finally, she came to a halt, arms crossed tightly across her chest.“I don’t trust them,” she muttered.I sighed, already feeling the frustration creeping up my spine. “What do you mean you don’t trust them?”She turned to me, her eyes sharp. “They’re witches, Gwen. Witches aren’t meant to be trusted. They’re always cryptic, always hiding something.”“Hey,” I said gently, “calm down.”“I can’t,” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air. “Did you not see what happened earlier? They were a breath away from turning us into roasted meat. If that Willow or Willa, whatever her name is hadn’t walked in, we’d be dead by now. And Reagan...”Her voice cracked slightly, and I
Guinevere’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest.Rya’s shoulder brushed against mine, stiff, her fingers twitching like they were itching to shift. The air had changed no longer cold, but heavy, charged with something I couldn’t explain.The witches stood motionless, their hoods masking their faces. They didn’t speak, didn’t move. Just stared.I raised my hands slowly. “We come in peace,” I said, keeping my voice steady.No one answered.Rya leaned closer, her voice low. “We’re surrounded, Gwen.”“I know,” I whispered back, my eyes still fixed on the figures.One of the witches finally stepped forward. Her voice was smooth but sharp, like ice slicing through silk. “What brings werewolves to our territory?”Rya’s eyes glowed golden. “We’re not here to fight,” she said carefully. “But we’ll defend ourselves if we have to.”The lead witch gave a low, bitter laugh. “How noble. Though I find it hard to believe, considering your kind has been spilling witch blood without mercy.”“What are you
Guinevere’s POVI watched as she flipped her hair, straightened her posture in a very awkward one, and marched toward the shop like she was auditioning for a rom-com. I followed, already feeling secondhand embarrassment tickle at the back of my throat.We stepped into the garage, where a man in greasy overalls and a backwards cap turned to us, wiping his hands on a rag.“Afternoon, ladies. Can I help you?”Before I could say a word, Rya stepped forward with this strange, exaggerated voice. “Hiiiiiiii, sir,” she said, drawing out the word like she was suddenly possessed by a valley girl. “We-uh… we had a vehicular malfunction. It’s like, sooo tragic.”The man blinked. Once. Twice.“Did you just have mouth surgery or somethin’?” he asked, completely deadpan.I almost choked on a laugh. My hand flew up to cover my mouth as I tried to stifle the snort. I stepped forward quickly, placing a hand on Rya’s shoulder with what I hoped looked like sympathy.“I’m so sorry,” I said, leaning toward
Chapter 91Guinevere’s POVThe road stretched endlessly before us, surrounded by thick trees and open skies. I sat in the passenger seat, my fingers drumming restlessly on my thigh as Rya drove in silence. The air in the car was tense—thick enough to choke on. She hadn’t said more than a few words since we left the Shadow Fang Pack house. I tried to brush it off, focus on the mission, but the awkwardness was impossible to ignore.She didn’t like me. That much was obvious.I stared out the window, my reflection staring back at me with worried eyes. My stomach twisted with unease, not just because of what we were heading into, but because I knew how important it was for us to trust each other. And right now, we were miles from that.“Do you always grind your teeth when you're nervous?” Rya suddenly asked, eyes fixed on the road, tone cool.I blinked, surprised by the sudden question. “Do you always act like someone shoved a stick up your—”The car gave a sudden sputter, jerking forward