The night air felt wrong.
Lena stood at the edge of the training grounds, her chest tight as unease settled deep in her bones. Around her, the pack moved restlessly, their instincts clearly picking up the same shift in energy.
Kael approached, his expression serious. "You feel it too."
Lena nodded slowly. "Something's coming."
Before he could respond, a scout burst through the clearing, breathless.
"Witches—north ridge. Multiple signatures."
The valley erupted into motion. Wolves shifted, weapons were grabbed, and defensive lines formed with practiced precision.
Kael turned to Lena. "Stay behind me."
She shook her head. "No. I'm done hiding."
The wind stirred at her feet, responding instantly to her resolve. Silver light flickered faintly along her fingertips.
Kael hesitated, then gave a single nod. "Stay close."
From the treeline, shadows began to emerge—figures cloaked in darkness, their eyes glowing faint purple.
Lena's pulse pounded.
The witches had come in force.
As the first wave of dark magic surged forward, Lena raised her hands instinctively.
The wind roared to life.
And this time—
She didn't hold back.