WOLF
I've been awake for thirty hours straight—maybe more. Time blurred when you're fueled by pure adrenaline, fear, and bitter coffee that tastes like burned poison.
The backroom of Bethany's trinket shop was where the sisters met, and it is currently buzzed with energy around me, a controlled chaos of burning incense, murmured incantations, and the metallic clink of enchanted tools being laid out on long wooden tables that had only a few weeks ago been used to make Rio and me tea.
The room felt like a war room, but I suppose in many ways, it was.
"We've confirmed the pattern again," LuLu, the coven's high priestess, said, gliding forward with her usual no-nonsense stride. Her hair was silver tonight, glowing with the threads of magic pulsing through it. "Every piece of false intel we
