_Killian’s POV_
I stepped out of the witch’s cottage, the cool night air biting against my skin. The moon hung high above, casting a pale glow over the forest. Every part of me was on edge, my heart pounding with the urgency to find Mira. The amulets of protection hung around my neck, their silver pendants cool against my chest. The sacred dagger rested securely at my hip. I gripped it briefly, reminding myself of the witch’s words: Pierce his heart.
I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed my father’s number. It rang twice before he answered.
“Killian?” His voice was rough, likely from the stress of the past few days.
“I have Mira’s location. She is being held in a tower deep in the Red Forest, south of the Blue Moon pack.”
There was a pause. “The Red Forest? That is dangerous territ
