Alpha Zack’s POV
“This has got to be the place.” I whisper to my father as we crouch behind an old burnt out car.
I look back at the building in front of us which looks like nothing more than a large abandoned house. It has a damaged roof which has slates missing in random places, damaged and broken windows and faded paintwork. Old pieces of farm machinery and vehicles litter the front yard which is surrounded by a mangled wire fence.
“It doesn’t look like anyone has been here for a long time.” my father says, examining the peculiar scene in front of us.
“Witches can make you see whatever they want you to see.” Lorenzo adds.
I make a move to get closer to the building when my father grabs my arm.
“Zack, Ben said it was protected by magic. There’s no telling what sort of alarm y
