I stood frozen, staring at the ghostly shadow figure lingering across the kitchen. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what exactly I was seeing.
“What… what are you?” I asked cautiously.
“I’ve been sent by the Black Witch,” it answered, its voice cold and otherworldly. “She says you can’t hide.”
“Then why isn’t she here to say it to my face?” I demanded.
“Because you’re surrounded by werewolves,” it replied simply.
“Bullshit,” I snapped. “That didn’t stop her last time. She doesn’t even know where I am.”
“She will. She always finds you. As long as you carry that power, she’ll seek it out,” it said, voice low and steady.
“That’s how she sent you here,” I muttered, more to myself than to the creature. “She’s sensing my power—using it like a beacon. But that means she still doesn’t
