Witch Among Wolves - The Alpha's Enemy Bride
The woods burning with unnatural light, the screams of his pack and the ragged, hoarse cries of his younger sister, Elin, carried by the wind.
The witch stood in the clearing—hair wild, eyes black as stormwater, blue fire twisting from her hands. Not Thalia. Older, haunted, beautiful and monstrous.
She had come for vengeance, she’d said. For a blood debt older than Rowan could name. He hadn’t believed it—hadn’t believed anything but the way she moved, a flick of her wrist sending fire through the undergrowth, bodies falling behind her.
He fought—gods, how he fought. Silver claws and teeth and strength, but it was never enough. The witch’s power warped the world: roots snared ankles, shadows
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