Lucy’s POV
Witch of the North Rogues
The flames from the altar danced high, burning black and blue, casting shadows that twisted like spirits across the old stone walls. I stood still, eyes locked on the fire, listening to the voices only I could hear. They whispered through the wind… names, secrets, futures.
“She’s alive,” I said again, louder this time. “The lost one. The true mate. The one they failed to kill.”
The other witches around me shifted uncomfortably. They feared her—this girl they hadn’t seen. The one fate had hidden from death. But I wasn’t afraid. I was angry.
I turned from the altar, my cloak swirling around me.
“She could be in any pack near the borders. Hiding under their noses, unaware of who she really is. Or maybe... she already knows.”
The thought made my bloo
