Hazel pressed her palms hard against the damp granite wall, her breathing short and jagged as the fierce, unified roars of the pack warriors echoed down from the grand hall above.
‘A rogue witch,’ Silas’s smooth, venomous voice repeated inside her mind like a physical blow. ‘We drag her to the dungeons tonight.’
Hazel closed her eyes, letting her awareness drop deep beneath the seared, cauterized walls of her core. She didn't unleash her fire magic, but she extended her sensitive elemental perception upward, reaching through the stone floor boards to read the unique spiritual signature of the prisoner Silas’s scouts had captured.
The moment her mind touched the faint, trembling energetic pulse of the captive, an absolute wave of genuine panic slammed into her chest.
It wasn't a strange
