SELENA'S POV
The hut smelled of death and decay, but I hardly noticed anymore. I was making my way to this log for weeks now, guided by despair and the muffled gossip that finally brought me here, into this dark lonely corner of Sangerslanden Forest.
Inside, three witches waited. Not the dignified sort who served on Lena’s precious united council. They were masters of the old ways, the banned sorceries that polite society liked to pretend weren’t real. Coven witches who trafficked in blood and sacrifice and power that exacted awful costs.
“You have come back,” the eldest rasped, like dry leaves scraping against a stone. She looked incredibly old, her skin papery thin, eyes milky white. But I felt the power emanating from her. Real power, the type that even my Lycan instincts warily whis
