The Witch And The Alpha
I could feel it from here, fraying at the edges, weakening with each passing hour.
If it broke completely, whatever my mother had sealed would be free. I made my decision standing in that dusty cottage, surrounded by my mother's ghosts. I was going to Rauvenhollow.
The journey took two days. I traveled light, bringing only the grimoires, basic supplies, and enough protective charms to hopefully keep me alive. Crossing into wolf territory was suicide for a lone witch. Everyone knew that.
But I had to try. The border between Eldwyre and Rauvenhollow was marked by ancient stones, tall and foreboding. The moment I crossed, agony tore through me.