Olive – POV
The moonlight shimmered through the trees as I sat on the edge of the cliff, hugging my knees to my chest. My heart still ached from what I had seen in Jace's office. No matter how many times I tried to reason with myself, I couldn’t unsee Jenelle’s lips pressed against his, her hands roaming where mine used to.
But then, a strange scent caught my attention.
It was faint at first—earthy, bitter, and slightly metallic, unlike anything I had smelled before. It wasn't wolf, and it certainly wasn't rogue. It was something... other. A prickling sensation ran down my spine as Quinn stirred in my mind.
"Witch," she whispered. "That's the scent of magic."
I stood abruptly and scanned the trees. I was about to dismiss it as my imagination when I caught movement in the corner of my
