Raven's hands curled into fists at her sides as she stared down Boris, fury burning in her veins like wildfire. The torches lining the dungeon walls flickered, casting ominous shadows over the faces of her enemies. Her eyes flickered toward the witches standing beside him, their presence making her skin crawl.
One of them, a woman she had never seen before, smirked with disdain. Her dark robes draped over her frail frame, but the power rolling off of her was anything but weak. "Wolves," she sneered, her voice laced with venom. "So fragile. So predictable. You let your foolish emotions lead you right into your own destruction."
Beside her, Cedric—a witch Raven recognized—crossed his arms over his chest. His lip curled with amusement as he added, “You let your feelings guide you right to y
