Witch Among Wolves - The Alpha's Enemy Bride
Ahead—the world goes wrong.
We run, four wolves and three witches, cutting through underbrush and bracken. Every step, every heartbeat, every shattered branch tells me: too late, too slow, too soft. I push magic through my veins, but it’s slippery, unpredictable, bristling with Fyre’s old rage and wild hope. The ground grows wet underfoot—my boots squelch in mud thick with old leaves, stinging nettles brush my skin, and something deeper vibrates: a wrongness in the world, primal and hostile.
The first farm looks like a battlefield. Chickens are dead, throats ripped open, feathers plastered to the wall in blood. The door is off its hinges. There are no bodies—just blood. A single shoe, child-
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