Dylan’s POV
Mandy's worried eyes darted nervously from side to side as we hurried through the dimly lit streets, our footsteps echoing in the cold night air. The darkness seemed to amplify her fear, and I could tell that she was on the verge of a f*****g breake down. It pained me to see her this way, but I knew that finding the witch was our only hope. Finding the witch would keep her safe.
The weight of my responsibilities pressed heavily on my shoulders. As the future Alpha of our packs, I had been chosen to undertake a daunting task - to kill Mandy, my beloved, and gain the the strength necessary to lead. But my love for her was way too f*****g strong, too deep-rooted to even fathom the thought of ending her life without the certainty that she would return. I needed to find the witch
