15.1 Gavin’s POV
Viktor led the search team as we ventured deep into the woods, our proximity to the witches' coven felt tantalizingly close. Evidence of their cult practices and the grisly remnants of rogue werewolves were scattered along the riverbanks within the dense forest. Our search had become a tiresome ordeal, and it appeared as if someone had been tipping off the witches, staying one step ahead of us.
This level of awareness within our search team had me concerned, as silence in dealing with witches often means imminent danger.
"Viktor," I began as we examined a peculiar arrangement of bones, "it's like they know our every move. This doesn't sit well with me."
Viktor nodded; his expression grim. "It's almost as if someone is feeding them information, someone on the inside
