A chill ran down my spine at her words. A debt to a witch was not something given lightly.
I held her stare for a long moment, my jaw tight. Then, finally, giving a single nod. “Fine.”
Orla smiled—slow, knowing.“Don’t worry, Alpha,” she murmured, “it won’t be anything you wouldn’t be able to handle.”
Her words weren’t just reassurance—they were a promise. Or maybe, a test.
“You must stay until morning. The spell will take time, especially with so many of you.”
Alex shifted beside me. “Why?”
She glanced toward the entrance of the cave. “Because what I weave must be strong enough to mask all of you. And because, even now, the rogues are watching.”
My stomach twisted. I forced myself to remain still, but I could feel the weight of unseen eyes.
I let out a sharp breath, scanning the f
