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Ethan enquired as he sat back down awkwardly. “I do.” Kade replied, turning his eyes to Daniel. “I met with a contact in the witch community and they were able to confirm that a witch was recently expelled from a coven for illegal practises.” “What kind of illegal practises?” Daniel asked. “The kind that could start a war.”

Sort of amused at how much I can offend one sour woman with merely being quiet. I hate the showiness of this place, as though it’s a commercial tourist spot. Witchcraft is a hidden craft, it’s to be kept sacred and secret from the mortals to protect those of us who are left. Obvious shows have fuelled a whole line of human wannabes practising dark arts they have no right meddling with and only draw attention. The mess of spells gone awry in the past hundred years is proof they shouldn’t meddle where they have no right.

"Yes, Samuel's wolves caught up with them. If those witches knew the spell, they took it to their graves. They had bought it from someone else and had it shipped across the country." Joel stopped pacing for a moment and the fury on his face was indescribable. "There is a website the witches told Samuel about. It is a dating website, do you know about those?" he asked me. "I've heard of them," I admitted. "If you type in the correct description of what you are looking for it sends back your perfect match, right?" he asked rhetorically. "This site, if you type a certain string of qualifiers it hooks you up with the seller of these potions."

Rick is Beta of the Black Shadow Pack and has his own duties to attend to. In this case, it is definitely special. But Sarah is up to the demands that will be placed on her. I have woven intricate spells that are signatures of some of the greatest and strongest witches and warlocks. Having worked for the Witches Council at a young age, I have first-hand experience with some of the best and the worst our species has to offer. More so the worst, I contemplate as I consider the years I have put into fighting against evil.

Helena gestures to him. Thorne pulls out his own files. "Based on communications we recovered from Morganna's lair, she was part of a circle—at least six other practitioners, possibly more. They called themselves the Twilight Covenant. Their goal is to harvest divine blood to fuel what they call 'the ascension'—basically, trying to achieve godhood through corrupted magic." "So there are six more dark witches out there who want what Morganna wanted." My hand instinctively goes to my stomach. "And I just made myself highly visible by challenging the Council."

It said that there were forums dedicated to wolf studies in the area, and I chose one. After entering my name and address, I searched for information on wolf–werewolves. I was surprised to find that the forums also listed the forum names and addresses of other forums devoted to different kinds of werewolves. Interesting. So maybe we can work together? That is, if anyone else wants to meet me, of course. Until… "Kristina? What are those–" Roger asked. "Some kind of forum" His eyes grew wide as he saw the site I was currently looking at.

He reposted a tweet about AI replacing humans with the caption “Scary but kinda dope ngl.” Jesus, take the wheel. I dug deeper. F******k was a graveyard. Last active 2017. Thank God. That would’ve broken my spirit. But then came the fun stuff. Dark web handle: "VaultVane92" Ohhh, bingo, baby. He’d been active on at least three encrypted forums, most of them used coded lingo, but I recognized the layout. This wasn’t crypto talk. This was buyers’ lounge shit. Escort purchases. Party drug listings. Under-the-table weapon inquiries.

"Just tell me what you know about him and leave Emily out of it." Brown shrugged, then ruffled his hair the way Larry did. Andrew smirked, "He's Lerman Kivolsky, a sorcerer of the 57th order. He runs an underground fight club that uses feral or rogue werewolf kids till they drop dead. The champions are set free when they come of age their memories are wiped out of course but they turn out to be delinquents and end up dead or back in his care. It is a large network of hoodlums and wealthy sponsors. His location is unknown. It's like he vanished after the attack."

I knew him well. And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true. But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet. “This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!” He scoffed. Beginning to pace. “A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! Only women can foster the dark arts!”

I started with the wild scattering of books on my desk, closing some, pushing some to the side until I found it. The parchment. I held it like a trophy, reading the statement again. “I strongly believe that the key to overcoming the witches involved in sorcery is by finding the Crimson Circle. Not much has been said of this organizations, but they definitely exist. A group of men and women who have sworn to do evil.” I groaned. “Oh, Henry, you don’t expect us to figure this out, do you?” I folded the parchment. That nothing much hasn’t been said about the Crimson Circle doesn’t mean nothing hasn’t been said at all.