Elena POV The wind shifted. I felt it before I heard it. That kind of stillness that doesn't feel like peace, but like the world holding its breath. The forest, quiet and draped in frost, seemed to whisper warnings through the trees. My horse slowed beneath me, her ears twitching. Ahead, Lykan raised a hand, signaling us to halt. The crunch of hooves on snow stopped. Only silence remained. Then—a crack. A sharp snap of a branch, followed by hurried footsteps. The scent hit me next: burnt herbs, old blood, and magic. Witches. "Incoming," Dominic muttered, hand already on the hilt of his blade. "And they're not walking." They burst from the trees like shadows given form. Four of them—cloaked in tattered robes, faces pale with fear, blood streaked across their arms and cheeks. One of them stumbled, falling hard into the snow, while the others skidded to a stop at the sight of us. The tallest of them, a woman with tangled black hair and glowing green eyes, raised her hand. A s
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