Calla
The forest felt different the moment we crossed into witch territory.
The air was thicker here. It pressed against my skin like warm honey. Every breath tasted of old magic and secrets that had been buried for centuries.
"Stay close," Axel said quietly beside me.
I nodded, my hand finding his. His fingers squeezed mine reassuringly, but I could feel the tension in his grip.
Around us, the pack moved like shadows through the trees. Malachai took point, his massive form alert for any threats. Jordan and Marcus flanked our sides. Jace stayed close to Eden, who looked pale and nervous.
The deeper we went, the stranger things became.
The trees were too tall. Their branches twisted in ways that hurt to look at. Flowers bloomed that had no business existing in this climate. Blue rose
