Third person's POV
The flame engulfing the cottage grows higher. Wood crackles and spark leaps into the night. The loud combustion of portions, causes green flames to burst off from the blaze. There underneath wood collapsing into ashe, lies the truth. Ravika is gone, dead and Ronan watches in horror.
His mind replays his last moment with her, their altercation and her last word. Guilt soars wild in his mind, but underneath it, is fear. One that leaves a rogue of his kind in great despair. A witches curse isn't one he plays around with. And certainly not a witch like Ravika.
The leaves ruffles, Ronan steps back. His eyes are reflecting the orange flame in front of him. He knows he shouldn't waste anymore time here. He turns, shift and sprints off. His wolf propels forwards amidst the f
