The Fated Series
Stay with me, Evie.
She gasped, stumbling, clutching her chest. The witch’s smirk faltered as her hold cracked.
But Evandra knew: this was only the beginning.
The battle raged until dawn. Reinforcements pressed the enemy back, but at terrible cost—fires devoured Crescent’s stores, dozens of wolves lay dead or wounded, and the witch’s presence made every strike heavier.
Finally, with their forces broken, the mercenaries began to retreat. The witch vanished into smoke, leaving only her laughter behind.