As John watched Lila run out of the abandoned pack house, his fury simmered just beneath the surface. Just as he was about to follow, a presence emerged from the shadows—the witch, her eyes glinting with an otherworldly intensity.
“Stay back,” she warned, raising a hand to stop him. “You cannot confront her yet.”
“Why are you getting in my way?” John snapped, his frustration boiling over. “She’s just a girl! I can take her down.”
The witch’s gaze hardened, her voice low and deliberate. “You don’t understand what you’re dealing with. Lila has just shifted for the first time, and she has powerful lineage. Her mother was part of a long line of mystical white wolves thought to be extinct. Push her too far, and it is likely she will kill you where you stand.”
John’s expression darkened as h
