Rya’s POVThe vodka hit the table with a dull thud.“One vodka for the beautiful Miss,” the waitress said before turning on her heel.“Thanks,” I muttered, wrapping my fingers around the glass.Two days.Two long, suffocating days since Reagan banished me.I’d been keeping my head down, moving from place to place, avoiding anyone who so much as looked at me too long. The dark witches were out there, strong and brimming with magic that didn’t come from nature. No, they were tied to a wolf—had to be. That was the only explanation.I hoped Gwen was okay. Hoped she’d managed to tell Reagan what happened in the forest. The sooner the packs knew, the better.A deep voice behind me snagged my attention. Two men, drinking hard, talking low.“…found more bodies this morning.”I half-listened, expecting them to say wolves.Instead..“Witches.”I froze mid-sip.Witches killing witches? That didn’t make sense. They despised us, sure, but they didn’t usually cannibalize their own. Unless… it was t
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