CHAPTER TEN: The Witch Queen’s Warning
Lira Velasquez
The air crackled with the scent of earth and storm as we approached the borderlands of Ravenspire. The atmosphere shifted—less like crossing into a new place and more like stepping into another realm entirely. Here, the sky hung heavier, tinged with violet even in the daylight, and the trees whispered secrets in languages my wolf barely understood.
"Are you sure we should be here?" I asked, glancing at Killian. His profile was stone-cut, but there was an unusual tightness around his mouth.
"No," he replied without looking at me. "But we don’t have a choice."
It was the most honest thing he’d said since the ceremony.
We rode on horseback through the dense woods, the hooves muffled against the damp forest floor. Behind us, the pack
