Sophia's POV Violet came back right at sunset. I wasn't by myself. Seven witches trailed her through the pack gates. Seven. Not just five. Not possibly more. Seven real, strong witches ready to battle. I stood on the pack house steps, watching them come in. Every witch was distinct. One of a kind. They held themselves with that kind of assurance that stems from true strength. The first one was an older lady. Hair all gray. Eyes piercing. She moved like a hunter, even with her years. "That's Morgana," Violet whispered next to me. "The toughest witch I've ever met. She owes me a life debt. I called it in." The next was a young one. Around twenty, maybe. Skin dark. Eyes gold and kind of glowing a bit. Not normal. Pretty. Deadly. "Zara. She's all about fire. Can scorch right through most shielding spe
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