Isla’s POV
As I stood on the threshold of the warlock's chamber, a chill wind swept through my hair, carrying with it murmurs of whispered incantations. I braced myself, the glow of the amethyst crystal in my hand growing stronger. The power surged within me, a fusion of the wolf's instinctual prowess and the ancient craft of a witch.
Locking eyes with the warlock, I could see the satisfaction in his twisted sneer. "So, Miss Isla, you've come to meet your end, my dear hybrid witch," he taunted.
Unfazed, I declared firmly, "I have come for answers and justice." Despite the storm swirling around us, my voice remained steady and persistent.
The warlock's sneer deepened, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Answers? What could you possibly seek that I would willingly provide?" he spat.
My eyes
