Ava’s POV
The cold air bit at my skin as I stepped out of the pack house at dawn. The courtyard was still cloaked in shadow, the sky barely tinted with the first strokes of morning light. My boots crunched against the gravel, loud in the silence.
Lucas was already there. He stood near the gate, reins in his hand, three horses saddled and waiting. Ryn and Jarek flanked him, both straight-backed and alert, eyes sharp as if they were expecting danger to crawl out of the fog at any moment.
My chest tightened. It was happening. I was leaving.
I was stepping into the unknown, with Lucas leading me straight to a witch.
The word itself made my stomach twist. Witches were stories told in whispers, warnings about things wolves weren’t meant to touch and yet, I was going to one because of me, be
